We are not afraid of dark rooms
Nor of the monster on the woods
For its just a myths of the old
To keep the painful truth untold
Beauty of things isn't enough
To distract the truth hidden from us
This beautiful distraction of life
Won't last to hold the light
We're born to live this life
And thought that death is the scariest thing we need to fight
For life is just a beautiful lie
And death is the painful truth we have to face in time
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
PoetryA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
