Unreal
my empty life theres no escaping
it can take and form or shape
a sad story with a fairytale ending
but my path ahead still is twisting and bending
the seed of rage burns a whole inside me
it burns so deep that theres nothing to see
the seed of rage then changes to a tree of guilt
the insignificate change like grains of silt
and washes over me till i break down and cry
but theres nothing left so i'm wanting to die
my face turns cold and my inside hollow
the guilt i feel i try to swallow
but the power it has is at full strength
i can so far and but not at any length
there always there but never around
always here but can not be found
the hole I've built gets deeper and deeper
it's got so big its a permanent keeper
the life i lead now seems like a dream
it blinds the sight like a lightening beam
so this is it my finally goodbye
my life ahead at its final design
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