stolenphoto

The silhouette of something
Slowly slipping through the seams
Seeming certainly sick of lies
buried within a dream
A fantasy of false hope
Faith fallin flat
Feeling foolish, filled with facts
Only true when they bleed
Tired torn and taking
With the terror of the truth
Tripping over troubles
That tear deeper at the roots
Falling Victim of the vain, nor vanityViolence in volume losing grip of sanity
Stoping so suddenly seems
To say goodbye to a dream
A soul without a purpose
A calling with no means
Still wondering, what's the reason
For this life, when and why
Only more than a moment
This haunting would one day die