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by Shinobi Oct 29, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Illusion in smoke and mirrors When the head is clear, the eyes are blind Detached from every cold living creature Because I know what lays behind Life shouts at us when we are deaf Touches when we are numb and cold Tastes when we are resting in graves Only because we saw what we were told As the saying goes on in life We never trust, but our own soul Because demons seem to hide In every cherished moment we stole For she knows me by heart And neglects in mind As from the very start I remain bare and blind The pillar I relayed upon in youth Shatters when the years grow old As I'm slowly drawn to the truth Of a reality, so distant and cold