a dream

the past is nothing more than a dream one learns from as if it were really real and happening.
in and out of reality forcing a smile to get to where one is suppose to be it's saddening.
faces burning their imagined engraved image into the walls of the minds weakness.
it's as real as never getting back to those lost in a place of gone forever in begging pleases.
pieces scattered inside as if la la land gave in and allowed one to live without dying.
trying to escape to become more than feelings and thoughts shoved deep within crying.
swallowed to forget all that's gone wrong and left pretending they really happened within.
in complete denial facing the demons that push and give memories to bad places to roam as they give in.
relapsing on thoughts unwilling to give up or go away in the now as to will catch up to the head.
leaving you bent over feeling how it was all a dream giving false hope and taken again joining the undead.
it's no more than everything that's gone wrong that's not worth the time to fade away.
and the cage of what's left is driving the rest of your world completely insane at the end of the day.