On this paper lies my words black as the night above.
Twisted and mangled with despair and sadness, void of love.
On this paper lies my soul searching for tomorrow.
Looking for a place of dreams to help me escape this sorrow.
Reality creeps in like a serpent looking for its prey.
And coils its slithery body around my dreams...to kill away.
What is life in this negative world full of extinct dreams.
Reality makes you insane in this cold cruel world it seems.
When imagination dies and fantasy fades away.
You no longer wanna live for tomorrow you'll dwell on yesterday.
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