call me glasses
i make people see what they wish would vanish
i make them see the hate
i make the world see the truth and the lies
i make the world unbearable and dim
i make some see the colour and some the black and white
i make some see death and others life
sometimes i wish my own life would come to a halt
but i am evermore
there are many of me and i would never accomplish suicide although I've tried
i just waked up and continue on haunted with regret
but i see what i do to the world around me so maybe it's not all bad
and maybe it's all a dream but i will never know as i shall never come to an end
- Author: jackal quietus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 18th, 2018 09:32
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 16
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