A little girl
Has once said
'I wanted to be happy'
I looked deep into her eyes
Saw the world she has imagined
Far from reality
Different from this cruel world
'Don't we all?'
I whispered

Hurt is a beautiful thing.
It’s a collage of broken memories.
It’s visible, yet no one sees.
It’s a swirl of mixed emotions
And full of lost devotions.
It’s almost pain, but not quite there,
Yet still, it’s more than I can bear.

m.c.c.

How should I feel, inside this world mixed with
Real? Bliss a film, shown in clarity.
I awake alive, energised; the myth
Nonsensical and detail lost from me.

Wait, yes! I recall: desired does fall,
Pushed by evil - a screaming, grating laugh
Must've flown mid-air to catch the angel
Delicate face is a framed photograph.

I repeat: wake into same misery
Acne-shelled face shows ugly emotion
Passion disperses to reality.
Scared, upset, lost, lonely and not trying.

Dreams: what better way to play out unachievable feats
Than to lie to the conscious mind, and lull one's self to sleep