imagination is a dream, that can grow into a nightmare
a child's mind is a field of innocence, which is later wished to return to


This world of happiness can't last foREVer, I feel the world around me coming down, I can't fight this war any longer, I can't fight this war in my mind


they were two little children, at a wake meeting for the first time, as they stepped outside to play, there they discovered her
a beautiful women, who controlled the wind, that they had met before, in their dreams.
It was then through their excitement they grabbed hands, and a spark was created, and their new world with it.

though all beautiful things must come to an end.

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their new world was falling, war was on it's way, their friend soared through the wind to them, to try and save the day






A sad look in her eyes, unfinished and unsettled the tenions rise
rebellious forces collide, and deadly sparks shine in their eyes


Immortality is fictional, all you little children, your world is coming down, it can't live foREVer

if your soul is empty don't walk by, blood is shed and mourners cry

transformation so precious, happiness to take, glass is shattered and windows break

even as the sky incinerates, her faith you will never break

a single black butterfly is scarred and singed, as the world burns slowly all hope to give

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a static touch, a morbid smile, the voices beg u to stay awhile, don't be afraid under the moons harsh rays, as the world burns tonight your fear will remain


Immortality is fictional, all you little children, your world is coming down, it cant live foREVer