naive

how stupid of me, sweet lies creates illusions sweeter that chocolate the lies you told,pictured and illustrated you "the so-call good guy" how naive of me believing in same lies again how foolish am I, so naive in believing I could have a happy ending prefer nightmares than reality, am scared of the dark,but also sweet lies reality of love is like being chased by an army of zombies..coz you're the only surviver yet the truth is that you're mostly broken in side but seen stronger than ever words said ain't going nowhere feel like a slave of the emotion, scared of ghosts but live with one they say the empty can makes a lot of noise,my heart is empty but yet bothers no soul if my blood tribe couldn't feed me, how can an enemy have the courage to well at least I took a sip of tough love but still prefer nightmares than reality, in my nightmares, zombies that chase me down,show care to other zombies. true love is only real in dreams,so I wouldn't trade my nightmares for illusions of believing in same lies again