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realising the difference between dreams and reality
Monday, April 06, 2009
11:56 PM
--- We dream our little dreams They rule our lives too But when we seek to fulfill them We must struggle to stay true Surrounding ourselves with fantasy Covering ourselves with lies We look at ourselves in a mirror And we see everything we despise So we fall for those things we cannot have Those things we cannot obtain The constant struggle for sanity Causes a soul tearing pain We feel something in our mind A love deep in our heart But once we see we can not have it It starts to tear us apart We cannot help but want it Our life driven by need But loneliness has taken hold And inside us it has planted its seed We hope for some completion The mending of our shattered life But again solitude, loneliness and heartbreak Fills us with nothing but strife So we take the hateful piece of ourselves And we hide it away But it struggles for release from its prison It seeks the path towards play Tearing our minds asunder Splitting us in two One not seeing the other Each hidden from view One filled with joy and laughter Enshrouded in loves bright light The other screaming in anger Searching for something to fight One hides from us in dark terror The other enthroned in reality Two shattered minds inside of one The shattered remains of split personality So true. So me. So this-is-the-reality. --- I can't remember where my safe place is anymore. I don't know what's right and what's real anymore. To hide me away from the terror of homework, to save me from the clutches of Mr. I'm So Evil But What Can You Do tests, to lead me to the path of less-stress-forever city. What fantasy. If only fairytales so exist. I'll want my handsome prince in a shiny armour on white horse right away. Instead of living in the everything-is-so-fucking-fucking-fucking-fuck city, I rather live in a pretty palace. No stress honey, no stress. Oh no wait, honey's with Winnie The Pooh. I have Winnie with me now, you want? Oh yes uh-huh, everything sucks balls. Goshh, I really don't see the point of doing this and that. Does it help in the future? No. Maybe if I just imagine his flawless face, everything will be fine again. And you see, I'm always right. <3 |