Real
Clean sheets
White paper
Pain and suffering
Darken these lines
Destroying the light
Burying the sun
Through the dark
Find your way
Starry skies
Whisper and prey
Was it always this way?
Remember times
The sun shone high
The sounds of darkness
Were just a lie
Now it’s here
Now it’s real
How did it become?
Doesn’t matter
As long as it’s real
Copyright © Nyla Desantis | Year Posted 2006
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