A fight not lost

Dreaming in black and white

Seeing these blurry images

Believing when all is lost

A blind faith they say

 

Becoming lost to the world

Merging into one with its shadows

And losing a sense of time

To be devoured into oblivion

 

The wicked world of illusions

Golden cups with poison

And the beautiful red roses

Drawing blood with every prickle

 

Bleeding deep from the heart

Weeping endlessly for my soul

Draining all the strength I have

Fighting to remain sane

 

A crazy world it is

And yet wonderfully made

To bless the one it breaks

After he has seen

That which lies hidden

Amidst the dark fog

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