“Living here is much more difficult than dying…”
To spend every
single day
On the way
to self-destruction
To live in
that lie
And try to
hide those bleeding emotions
In the
ruins of Time
Here I am
Waiting for
The last
thing I want to say
Before I die
Dreams are Delusions
That take
away the taste of Tragedy
Desires are
Illusions
That keep
us on the ends
Of ours
breaths
Searching for
love
Searching for
life
Searching for
faith
Searching for
trust
Searching for
that reason
To stay
alive
Before the
soul
Slips away
towards the way
Of Deception
I spend
every single day
In the
boulevard of broken dreams
Burning in the
remains of those illusions
Until I hope
nothing remains
Of me
