A temple sits alone on a desolate field, a storm is brewing, my thoughts to yield, an endless display of disgruntled sorrow, can you lend me a dream, a feeling to borrow, one more day in a blackened dismay, sudden ill fate, the price that I pay... Is this the end? Or is this a dream? Forever encased in this untimely scream, Deciding my path? Or feeling the fire? Pain and remorse soon turn to desire, Never to know? Or learning in time? Pondering the questions, repeated in rhyme... One day this agony must end, for if it does not, then I will be no more... Once again I look to the heavens for release, never to find compassion, never to find a helping hand, only shunned backs and hurtful stares The tears have caressed my cheeks, so much that I can’t tell what is real anymore... The beginning I knew, the beginning I was thought to believe was for me, now is nevermore, lifeless, a disease... Time has converted my stories to accommodate to the pain, the jealousy of others, and the envious confusion... WhEn WiLl ThIs NiGhTmArE aWaKeN mE FrOm My DrEaMlEsS sLeEp, WhEn WiLl It ReMiNd Me Of HoW iT sHoUlD bE, No LoNgEr CaN mY hEaRt Be TrUe, WhEn NoThInG fOrEvEr iS fAcTuAl, ExCePt FoR mY lOvInG yOu??!?!!?Birth sign: Aries
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