If time could be held in a bottle and pain could be washed away what would you wish for at the end of your day. Wealth fame or maybe just a legacy these are things that I just don't see. For in my eyes are the pits of fire that have scorched my soul so long and to let myself believe in more would be wrong. For happiness is fleeting and the pain I feel never ends nor does the betrayal of those I once called friends. Should it surprise me that this world is so cold and unforgiving of the mistakes we make? Or is it that I somehow hope beyond hope for my misfortune to break. The cycle to end the sky to open and myself to fly upon clouds just floatin. This I know will never be as what I hold inside consumes me and yet I try to hold to this illogical hope...I must be crazy. So when my last breath blows what will I see and what will be my end? The lies of all who swore to be my friend and purgatory.

By: David L.A.

Nice.

hold fast your dreams of better days and let go of all dismay