The world of the dead,
Lives in my head.
Ghosts wonder aimlessly,
Wandering in a daydream.
I can't live in a fairytale of lies,
I can't live in false light.
A butterfly whose wings are fake,
Like you, you've lost your way.
Words drowning my head in sorrow,
Only to go through this pain tomorrow.
Eyes are the dorrways to the soul,
But none of us care or know.
An Empty Heart filled with rain,
An Empty Heart filled with pain.
*AUTHORS NOTE*
Yo, guys. Ummm...yeah, it's short, and I'll be adding more to it, but, well, whatever.
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