pretty story

I could tell you a pretty story
without pain or misery
like a fairytale
sweet like candy
betrayer like sugar
that puts you high
just to fall like the rain from the sky
Why we must always hide
the angry, the pain, the moment of clarity
that overcome the futility
live without illusion
sober people aren’t real
pain is real, something that you can feel
don’t get me wrong, the feeling isn’t guilty
our illussions, desilluions
send us to a dreamscape,
making us forgetting
that dreamscape are just quicksand
end of story


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