When masks are broken
Deep hatred spread around
Ugly look flashes upon the eyes
The white faces are no longer bright
The poems to thee are no longer real
Daydreamers live and survive
A way from nightmares, thou think
Love fairies exist only in imagination
We lie , and believe our lies
Then
We blame life for the scared souls
The grass is never greener over the hill
The sea is never blue as it appears
The sun is not yellow and warm
This is life,
The grass is full of snakes and worms
The sea is too dark and deep
The sun, burns as u get closer
so does all this to me
If death is real, then let my spirit die
Inside me before it leaves my veins
