When you see the world through my eyes you would see,
Pain embraced with Pleasure,
Guilt with Trust,
The Past colliding with Future,
A Dynasty built off of Failure,
Hate trusting Love just to feel happiness for a split second,
Demons and Angels fighting in one's head only to disagree in the end,
The Moon and the Sun run away from each other,
But even the moon stays behind to watch the Sun rise.
Fire is tamed with water,
Heat with Cold,
But they need each other to survive.
Nightmares turn into reality,
dreams into tragedy,
games become everyone's delusion.
Truth become lies,
But only if you make it one,
We could be living a nightmare,
dream or a reality,
But it only depends on what you make of it.
Pain needs Pleasure to feel again.
Guilt looks for Trust.
The Past can always have a Future.
Failure is only expected when a Dynasty is born.
Hate fell for Love before he even knew.
Even the moon halts and waits for the sun's rays of hope.
Love isn't found,
But made within you,
My Love was made and given to you.
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