Stopping The Dream

Somewhere does the night create the sorrows for braver souls, as it loves to turn everything into nothing. Nothing that seems endless upon nights, after each eye awakening storm still travels towards the unknowing atmosphere and it still represents endless misery. misery, who knew better than to smile a sad small forlorn smile, keeps themselves looking for danger. Danger that steals more stolen stuff, as anger stays vibrant onto the individual. Perfection is not real, so stop making it a dream.