eireann

in what ways must I cry to make these lies die and which way must I turn to...
sing the praises of a dream deferred by the reality of this world?
too.
much.
going on.

I can no longer persevere this pain with the hate that is left inside my sanity I cannot believe this way...

and
you
have forgottenn
my existence and sucumbed to half of your standards.

I am repulsed by your presence.
I wish this world would take leave of me...
instead I will sleep away
this pain.