All hope,
Seems to just be a dream
All hope,
For there is none in this land, it would seem
All love,
Has vanished from our hearts
All love,
Is gone from the wonderful arts
All peace,
Is replaced by war
All peace,
There seems to be no more
All life,
Is void from this land
All life,
Is reduced to just miles of sand
All truths,
Have unfairly died
All truths,
Are an evil lie
Is it all true or is "truth" just a sweet lie?
Backstory: So I was a rather angsty teen when I wrote this one and I had actually just found out something a friend told me wasn't the truth. It was a pretty big lie at that, so it broke a lot of my trust. Being true to the gothic outcast stereotype I ended up funneling the feelings into my writing.
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Raven Diamond
I am an actor, published author,sketchbook library artist, model, award nominated singer/songwriter, IT specialist, entrepreneur, wife and mother.
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