Dreams do not come true...
The world is cold and so shall it be in this hell that I live,
Live..Why shall I so that the dream can see what it manifests,
Created.. what has it, a creature with no feeling at all,
Felt..darkness and only darkness in life to cry alone,
Cry..shall I cry again as tears do not drain the pain,
Pain..what is it. Is it love or is it life.
Live.. why do I....Maya can you not see me crying on my knees,
Sad.. why is that feeling and the only thing that I feel,
Feel.. What do I know. Is this what cold feels like,
Alone have been all these years,
Blind I am with my eyes open.
Cry shall I for the last time with a heart
A heart that just died, long lasting apart.....
from my Maya....forever....