People fake happiness, its not a real emotion. If it was a real emotion then everyone would have a reason to be but they don't. They are down rodden by the ways of the world and lie helpless in the end.
They say beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, but beauty is only be found in death.
Reflection a reckless recognition. Who do I see, no one I thought I would be. I am mine , I am me . The black hearted, tormented, condescending one. The person they once knew is just a walking corpse among them.
I live, I breath , I am alive. But do I feel ...? Remorse nor symphony.
When one falls why cry , you can't bring the dead back to life.
Pitied souls shall be trampled by the death tolls of hell. For life in it's certainty is all an illusion bleak from the human mind. The path you've chosen to take, never leads you into a world of happiness, but into a dark void of despair that you cannot relapse back into reality. Arrogance and foolishness only leads you too far from the path that darkens your fate into a cold abyss but keeping a silent mind will leave you in a perpetual doom.
''life is just a play written by god , and each one plays his own until its end by death''
I am not who I seem to be but I was supposed to be who I seem to be.
It chases you forever and ever, until one day it catches up with you. Do you really think you can escape your own downfall?