Illusions, by Nightshade Subscribe to rss feed for Nightshade

Take a breath,
let it out,
close your eyes,
stop your pouts.

The world is fake,
can't you see,
I'm not crazy,
can't you see?

Look up,
at the sky,
see the stars,
shining bright?

The moon is smiling,
down at you,
isn't that,
worth it to you?

All those dreams,
you shoved on stars,
all illusions,
like tarot cards.

Those planets,
circling round the sun,
all are nothing,
but space and dust.

People are nothing,
but lies.
Demons fake,
more lies.
Everything is fake to you.

Happiness the most abused,
many times faked,
rarely used,
illusions.

Being sad,
a fact of life,
those who bleed,
out of fright.

No one sees,
I know,
illusions.

A mask that covers,
my green eyes,
a voice that hides,
my feelings inside.

So many illusions,
we have to bear,
so many we create,
we are despair.

Is there really,
no struggle,
a mask we wear,
turned to rubble?

No, it's not,
it'll never be true,
that's what illusions,
do to you.

They hide the fear
and mask the pain,
illusions hold back the strain,
life is a hard curse.

Nothing really,
does exist,
that or the past needs fixed.

No more lies,
no more shame,
no more illusions,
on this plane.

Who can tell you,
what not to do?
The illusions are,
up to you.

All alone you make the stage,
get those illusions,
who want to play.

Dressed as little dolls,
with bows,
illusions are a real struggle.

Just open your eyes and
take a breath,
while you still have one left.
Posted: 2013-09-21 14:05:23 UTC

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