Charades in life
Just like seeing the ending of a fairy tale
The reality in life is meaningless
The existence of the world it self collapse in the wake of sleep
The tragedy of life is defined in these words 'the end'
Life is an another comedy in life
As god the director, me as the cast, and the world as the audience
The end is a satire ending of the cynical critics
The sad ending of the loved one's and a happy ending for the hatred
one's
The misery for the left ones
The pain for the loved ones
The lost of the missed ones
The time for mourning
When the curtain lifts, and the glimpse of the cast revealed
When the room lit and the audience stands
When they leaves the room with their feelings in pieces
When the screen is darken the films back-rolled in the chamber
Alive was not so interesting in the end
The art of life is not a simulation of fear
The art of life is not a simulation of happiness
The art of life is not a simulation of ever after
The pain is real, the blood is real
Soul is not as ethereal as it looks under the real sun
Faith is not as tough as it looks under the longevity of time
The world is not good as it looks in the eyes of me
Dreams can only dreams, endless dreams, lonely nights, trouble hearts
Painless wound, burning ash, a dark skies and a drowned ocean in a crying
rains
Meaningless can be only meaningless, silent scream, frozen fire, darken
lights
Lifeless soul, giant strings, a dry desert, a bloodless hearts in painful
comedies
; The end
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