Waiting For Disaster

Are you waiting for disaster

waiting for the call of your own master,

of your fake reality?

Things you see are only pretend,

changing the rules to the game,

until the end

how do you know the difference,

between who is a foe or a friend

these shattered hearts,

you cannot mend

how far can you bend,

until you break,

how much more sorrow

can you take?

Praying for rain,

or even a day filled with joy,

what a shame,

going insane,

everyone treats you like a toy,

only there when its good for them,

then they leave you alone,

in the middle of the floor,

wishing for once,

to be something more...

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