Live Like Theres Plusure To Be Found

The sun dies and the moon comes to life,.... I lay awake dreaming, what life could be like,.... If I could turn back the hands of time,.... And live life from the beginning with Rhyme.... As tears lay dormant and my cries remain silent,.... My past attacks me with a depression so violent,.... I try and count the stars, but I get lost in my confusion,.... I try to recall good times and end up with an illusion,.... I can’t see what is real and I can’t feel what fake,.... So how do I live when life is too easy to break?.... I laugh, I cry, I stand, I sit, I live, I laugh, I try to forget,.... All the pain but my memories, always insist,.... Push and shove until I give in,.... This demon is to evil, how I can win,.... I lost my heart; I found a block of ice,.... I replaced it so now I shall remain cold for life,.... I try and change but this pain keeps reminding me,.... That no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be free,.... From my past. From this unyielding pain,.... And that I will always live within a storm of constant rain,.... .. .. So as the sun dies and the night sky comes to life.... I try and count the stars, with hope that everything will be alright.... I pray that my pain will cease and that my mind will slow down,.... So until it does, I shall live like there is still pleasure to be found....