• FAKEandTRUE

    The world is at our fingertips
    Yet we don't know what to do with it
    We can kill and change lives
    Or we could serve, and protect those that know right
    Our history is bloody
    Yet so are our clean hands
    We yell to get our point across
    We kill to make it clear
    Days go by, turning into years
    We age with our dying world
    As we die along with it
    The truth is only a fake lie
    A lie is only the fake truth
    What are dreams, and what is reality?
    Do we really deserve to live?
    Can we ever find peace in our
    destroying hearts?

    &

    Doors

    One door opens,
    I can feel the sun
    It's warmth clashing
    with my pale skin
    I can see the brightness
    how it burns my eyes
    Yet hope is back again
    I can taste the spring
    Golden honey slips past my tongue
    My eyes water with glee
    I can hear the bees
    they're buzzing by
    with exciting shouts
    I can smell the crisp
    warm air
    The hope is brought back.
    One door closes,
    The darkness is back
    It's cold against my pale skin
    It taste bitter
    I cringe at the smel of rust and copper
    I hear only black silence
    Why msut you do this
    to my heart?