Ive seen, I see, I saw
What's refined is actually raw
What's done is laced with flaw
What's perfect is actually a lucky draw
Ive been where I am, and that's where I am going
To the place where the faces are the same
To the location Ive never gone, but have always been
Destined to be in the destination where we meet again
Ive wrote to write, and will never write again
For they are but lies leaking from a pen
For they are the sub-conscience creepers creeping within
For they were my past,
Are my present,
And will be my glorious end.

I've felt.

And I feel that I will be feeling,
Two-parts love and hate...

Fake is real: and real is equally fake