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Nov 2014
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When the game's over
Will you still be there?
Once you see
The illusion
That was once your reality
Will you still use the cards
You were dealt?
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale
Once you realize
Your reality
Is dead
That your love
Is no longer there
Will you still
Continue playing?
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
I want you
To stay
And play this game
With me.
But not even I
Am real.
Or am I?
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
Even if
We are both illusions
We have no where else
To hide
Our reality
Our soul
From ourselves.
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide*
Can you see my illusion?
I can see yours.
Are you scared
Because of my reality?
can you still see
that illusion
with the same mirage
Known as 'real life'?
I was inspired by "Demons" by Imagine Dragons. This isn't an interpretation of the song, just something I felt the sudden urge to type before I lost the spark.
Written by
Syzygy  New York, USA
(New York, USA)   
   Creep and unholy ghost
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