I have ruined the empire I have built...
Here lies a building of the perfect dream.
A memory of a night that never exsisted and than a tear for the words that actually were there.
But I get ahead of myself in everything I say,
so perhaps every tragic thing I say happened is just an exageration of sorts.
And now that I have said that what if everything has just been an exageration?
What if every feeling,
every emotion,
every night I have spent laying in my own tears,
and some nights random blood...
What if it's not real?
But no...
The question I really want to ask is simply this...
Do I exsist?
Here lies a building of the perfect dream.
A memory of a night that never exsisted and than a tear for the words that actually were there.
But I get ahead of myself in everything I say,
so perhaps every tragic thing I say happened is just an exageration of sorts.
And now that I have said that what if everything has just been an exageration?
What if every feeling,
every emotion,
every night I have spent laying in my own tears,
and some nights random blood...
What if it's not real?
But no...
The question I really want to ask is simply this...
Do I exsist?
