Blind in front of the fakeness,
Accepting the false brightness,
All around the poisonous vines,
But in the dark clouds, I try to shine.
A twisted sense of trust,
But that is lighter than dust,
Your biggest immortal foe,
Hiding around but still on show.
Snakes inside the field of flowers,
Black and Grey killing your power,
The true colours start to show,
But then then true reality , you know.
Left behind,
Tossed behind,
Broke and left the mark,
Pushed into the dark.
- The Angles