Through these tears,
I try to see hope.
Through this pain,
I try to feel a sence of being.
Through the screams,
I try to hear the world.
Through the bitterness,
I try to taste the sweet.
These are all of a broken heart,
A broken promise,
A broken life of a broken world.
A world full of deceit and lies,
Nothing more than the darkness that fills its skies.
A world not more than an illusion one itself creates.
Is it real?
Is it fake?
This world may be as real as the blood we bleed,
Yet the people whom roam these grounds which upon it lays,
Are as fake as the tricks an illusionist creates.
A world full of hate,
Blood and tears,
Hidden lies messages,
To each his own,
Unknowing fate awaits.