Only fiction

Happiness is like fiction in this world of hatred
seeking somthing that cannot be found

there will be no more sound
every one will come to a halt and be dead

The world has changed from before
and its so hard not to ignore

and when everything is in ruins and there is no light
the image of you in my head becomes so bright

memories of goodness suround my little world
and they make the gloom of this present day start to disapear

then the corruption of one of my memories of you blows my mind up
and ur face is no longer in sight

i remember only the bad then
and joy comes i dont know when

untill i see you one last time my life will be of utter cries
my heart thinks i will see you but my brain know i have killed you.