Life is but a Dream

With lives, looking at others.

We see nothing, but everything.

We know nothing.

Seeing blood, on her hands.

Seeing what she has done.

And what she has is none.

All her being, is to love.

Love being not of sight.

She lost her light.

Without her sight, she cannot see reality from her dreams.

Her dreams of love.

What is fake and what is real.

Without her sight, how is she suppose to break away.

To runaway.

We see nothing, but everything.

She soon found out that she is alone.

That love is nothing, but a dream.

Dream of love...

Her reality will always remain a dream.

A dream of love.

A dream of hate.

She loves her dreams, better than her reality...

But her reality is no more.

How is suppose to break free.

And see.

Now that her sight is no more.

She lost her reality.

To a fate so crule.

That only stars could see.

How she only wished to be free.

Free from her emotions.

Of pain, and suffering.

With her chains, keeping her down.

She still believe in love.

Her love, remaining close to her heart, she sings a song, while her chains, making thier little noise, as they hit the floor.

The floor that's soaked with her beloved's blood.