Hopes lost,
Tears fell,
Yet i stand to tell.
My soul still weeps,
Longing for the love i needed,
but in the eyes of others is where it's seeded.
It grows into a passion,
where in my heart it won't be,
for The Creator has forsaken me.
Blood shed,
Now time for bed.
Seeping in the depth of the pleasure,
There is nothing here to compare the measure.
Bringing me to a world of ectassy,
where i can be who i wanna be.
Where there's no drugs to worry 'bout,
Where there's no place to sit and pout.
No stress.
No debt.
No crying.
just sighing,
with relief.
Till i awake, and i
relize,
it won't last, and everything comes rushing in from the past.
All the hate,
The death,
The depression,
The viruses.
It all hits me like a slap in the face, The Masque of the Red Death still with no trace.
This sickens me to a point of insanity.
Searching; on the pursuit of happiness,
Wanting to wakeup to blissful kiss.
Too bad fairytales ain't real,
for that is how my wounds would heal.
So a message i am here to send, we fall down...in the End