nothing as it seems
reality tearing at the seams
chasing a fading dream
as my aspirations lose steam;
twenty-five winters passed
the next colder then the last
empty bottles as a looking glass
showing an equally empty past;
placing into a casket
close the lid upon and hold the regret
letting darkness swallow all I wish to forget;
running till my soul is worn
heart torn
living in unjustified scorn
no wonder why so much evil is born;
my closet contains so many masks
who am I depends on who asks
never mixing tears with laughs;
I live not to decieve
but trying to concieve
a life like a mate that will never leave
to dream a dream I can breathe
love that I can believe…