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Crying is pathetic,
in a hollow place like this.
Under all the fire debris,
lies the only bliss.
Only with a cup of water,
will the flames go out.
But feeding lies into the flame,
would make it scream and shout.
Reality is the truth,
where as fantasy is the fake.
Believe what you want,
just for your own sake.
But as the clock ticks,
and the time is drawing near.
All would fall apart,
and all would disappear.
Lying in the moonlight,
and thinking of the past.
Bring some thoughts of happiness,
but they don’t even last.
A one in a million chance in life,
overwhelmed by the truths told.
The life I lived for so long was a lie,
an identity that was mistaken.
Indeed that chance was a one in a million,
where the life of someone else, was lived through me.
Gone in the world of the known,
and entered in the world of mistaken identites.
Knowing that lies I made up were not of truths,
but only a lonely fantasy, flashing by every second.
Decietful lies and delayed truths,
only brings the imagination of happiness.
So think of the life you have known,
but live the life that you know.
 Esmi711 · Tue Aug 28, 2007 @ 03:28am · 0 Comments |
