Looking Upon What Awaits
What exzists upon being said, perhaps ideas or emotions being missled.
Fact or fiction in everyones ideas, dreams of fortune that arnt quite his.
Relenquish these thoughts drown this pain, a heaven before my love in vain.
Hollow in fiction that forever lasts, curse what spells have been cast.
Wicked scorns in a fiery embrace, deaths emotions become thy face.
Of love, perhaps even hate, disspair in missfortune because its to late.
Deeper within inside my space, inverted sequence of a haunting in place.
Trapped in a hue, drowning in fog, eating such filth while drinking smog.
Where to climb in the shadows of dark, entering such doors with a key to the heart.
The sweet beautiful taste of exquisite lies, one of a kind heartfelt cryes.
Such heaven beyond what is fake, never believe things are yours to make.
Visions in dreams of nightmares, witness to a world of reality- no one cares.
Not you not I and you ask why, as you bleed from the tears you cry.
A silent scream of sounds in laughter, musical notes from deaths teeth chatter.
A prison trapping a heart, my hell alone has not even begun to start.
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