Unamed Poem

Carry on the way,
Find a heart today,
For love is but a lie;
A dream, a memory in a
World gone grey.

See a memory in his eyes,
He is the king of flies;
No light in the dark,
You fade away.

Life is but a mirror,
Reflecting our dreams back at us,
It show us no kindness,
Yet we struggle through the darkness covering our lives.

For all the death, is it real?