Hope

The time lies dead

bleeding dreams

the thoughts they clash so breakable..so weak..

a thousand reasons to turn away..

soul,it hurts love it seeks..

or a sense of being.

i hide in the corners..

my reflection, i cannot see

time lies dead

but people carry on..aimlessly wandering

only if there was hope i had be with you

under the purple sky

only if there was hope

i would find myself in those eyes.

but here,

where i am time lies dead

and dreams they bleed,

its only an illusion

my world is only an illusion.

I am illusion to you.
created.
a myth.
Like a bubble it will break
like an ending dream
the wings are weak
like these thoughts
I am an illusion to you.

unreal.