A Sky
A sky pitch black with cracks,
As heaven is an imagination as hell is reality,
A sky so lovely in the morning to be,
A world collide with black hole,
As mine is filled with shadows that roam.
I walk trying to find my home for this place ain't my own,
The past hunts me on this road,
What I find is the old same broken record I seen to play as I'm fine.
Everyone reads between the lines for the hidden is underline,
I walk the same street of Boulevard of Broken Dreams,
Where my can't sleep for my thoughts are going to deep,
Some nights death is better then living.
A follower of sheep's forgiving.
There's a tear in my heart separating me apart,
A sky pitch black with cracks,
That fill in the void in the hole,
Finding a new start as the sky bleeds,
Craving imperfections like I'm stone,
Pouring down a river stream.
What I need is what you need.
Written: 11/25/15
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