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My Reality Is....

I open my eyes to see a life so unclear and untrue but I still don’t quiet understand because when my eyes are closed I’m in a fantasy and I see life so clearly, but yet planned I dream a dream of white roses as they lay on my bed scented for my desire but the reality is their thorns waiting to kill on me like fire I close my eyes to understand life and to see my heart smile and safe Coming back in reality my heart is ripped out of me as it lies and shakes My eyes are always closed because I’m scared to wake up to my own sins I see in reality a good loving person, always has to lose more to end up to win I want my eyes shut because every things so clearer that way, no tears that way, fears that way, everyone will love me this way, I have no troubles that way and it seems this way, I’m happy this way and the rest of my dasy My reality is… death

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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Book: Shattered Sighs