Books:
the greatest weapons of the world.
Full of Mocking jays.
Each one being Divergent
to the others.
Books are like a Maze
that we have to Run through.
They're like a Testing
that will never end.
Not even the great Hogwarts
can stand against their power.
Books are more beautiful than the Twilight sky.
More powerful than Percy Jackson,
than the Heroes of Olympus.
Books are the true heroes of the world.

The world is broken and under fire
Only the night is paradise
Time is short and days are long
The moon casting an eerie glow all around
The sun goes down let's go to sleep
Because dreaming is the best escape

With broken eyes and starlit skies
Red stained lips make pretty boys cry
Bright smiles and wide eyes
Hide wonderland hearts with madness inside

I tumbled down the rabbit hole
Trading sanity for my soul
I've never felt any more alive
Than with this madness deep inside
I can swim through a lake of tears
Washing away all my fears
Dodo birds fly overhead
I never want to get out of bed

Talking flowers with petty lies
Colorful queens with stone cold eyes
Caterpillars run the show
Smoke clouds vision like falling snow
But reality is a subtle knife in the surreal and crazy life

Waking up with blurry thoughts
Remembering more than I ought
Everyday seems trivial
When everything could be wonderful
There's nothing better than going mad
Where crazy is around the bend
In the alluring wonderland

when you look at your day and see that you did things right
and you're still smiling, even after midnight
when you can step on the monsters as you walk out the door
these are the nights that I live for
when the stars are out and you can sleep
because you're not afraid of your dreams
when every piece of yourself isn't at war
these are the nights that I live for
when the scars you feel are barely there
you can end the night with a prayer
for tomorrow to be like the day before
these are the nights that I live for
when you can stay up talking to someone you haven't seen in ages
and you're still inspired to write pages and pages
when everything is forgotten on the floor
oh these are the nights that I live for

I want so much to hold your hand
but I can't even hold myself together.


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