When I wake up from my dreams when I wake from an absent reality I desire, nothing more, than to break the hands of time.
To bring me back, when my life was cold when pain would cease, to tear me apart made the mistake, of wanting to feel something that was long forgotten.
Only to learn that it would bring underlying fears of suffering calloused past, what has become of me my thoughts and dreams haunt my memory.
LIAR
Something that, should have been but was torn out right from under me. Human rights, how can I live Why must I face this pain and agony?
As the sands of time run down, can I pick myself up off-the-ground can I keep my head above the tide will I die if I’m left DROWNING.