The hurt, the Pain, to swallow the flame.
Oh how it is to have a mask fall off from
the one you loved! Fallacies, fallacies!
Sadness entrenched tragedies. For woe is
Me, and woe is to a fantasy of a million
dreams. How it is to love, and not be loved,
A figment of my imagination! I burned a bridge
that never was and stood so tall to breathe
again to realize it never was. A structure,
a foundation, and building built on empty
promises and dreams. Oh woe is me to live
a life that pleasure is an only fix, desires and an open mind will seal the fate that
goes Round and round!











