Illusions of Reality

Hell is the thought of suffer-age.
Flee from what they have,wanting more than they can have.
Ready to open their hearts to the false portions of these existence,making their life depressing.

Despair from what has happen letting them choke life's future.
Distressing time and effortless thoughts.
No words to they who try to help them,
fear of the knife fear of the death.

Staying in the group with their greed as another lifeless being,
wondering when life will end,
wondering if it could it worst.
Going on with the same routine to the end's day.
Breaking down to their own selfishness,looking for their drugs to poison the mind but never help.
Thinking of the past,
the touch of love,the touch of hate all gone.
Alone,screaming waiting for them to come back.Saying there is no fun in life.

When they talk you can't even see eye to eye,declining what is what.
Wanting more than just friends,wanting more than just a life.
Just stay below not breaking the law.
The scars of their thoughts make them want to go,break the line of the life be more than a ghoul.

Afraid of what can happen,
not go
not to speak.
Stand saying these thoughts to a blank wall.
Ignoring their children minds,
failure to that is coming.
They don't know
they don't go.

Ending up at the end
seeing they had made a mistake to another life.
Nothing to help the distant soul they had dented.
Blaming theirself.
They are limited to their thoughts and physical.
They're afraid.
Playing illusions of reality.
Life is hell to those who see the worst,Life is Heaven to those escape from traps of the modern acts.
You are your worst enemy
You are your best friend
Always have the pen for your story
Stopping at the track.