The Reality

by `*~1-lUv~*`   Jan 5, 2007


Life is a game death is a promise.

To be able to escape reality is just a dream.

Love is an emotion that can control the way you act even change the person you once were.

To runway is impossible.

Your past and your present follow you everywhere.

To escape the reality of your pain is to keep the faith.

Loneliness is dark and empty its filthy shadow follows you everywhere stalking you preying on you.

Our souls are like empty canvases they once were white and pure given time they become scared full of bloody tears.

Our hearts are so hard but at the same time so fragile as agony and defeat set in and begin to tear down the walls of defense your left with a broken heart, a torn soul, and tears of joy as you can finally rest in peace.

No more pain mi vida, no more maldito dolor.

© `*~1-lUv~*`

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