Let's paint a face on this saint.
No remorse for my mistakes.
Let me be on stage and play life like a act.
Theatrical saints with a will to change like no other.
Before you can even say my name.
It's a lie.
It's a curse.
It's love on the works.
Lie to me.
Die to be free.
A saint with no happiness.
You'll wish to be seen.
Why oh why !
Have you seen through these mirrors.
Just more smokes and mirrors.
Illusions.
Hallucinations.
Just a dream streaming within a dream.
Let it be.
Let it be.
We act and sing.
And shread violins as we speak.
Rip out your heartstrings before you can see.
Life is a fairytale.
That we all seem to dream.
Let it die.
Let it die
My pursuit if happiness dies along the line.
The saint of dreams is what they say.
No my name is Chris, Chris sueños.
My brother John will change you in ways like harlequin saints.
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
