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