The Truth

It may appear
As though I
Am happy,
Yet I am crying.

I do not know
If I truly live
Or if 
I am slowly dying.

Am I at rest
Or do I
Walk the earth
For eternity?

Does this blood
Appear normal, red;
Or black
As my inner world is?

Is it darkness
That covers the earth?
I see no light
In my prison cell.

Is war for infinity
With death for all
Or can peace
be found in hell?