POEMA: UNREAL

Your eyes, your hands, your face...
You was all I wanted; all I needed.
But you're not real, you're still fake.
I always knew but I never see it.

Your words, your lies,
Your hair, your eyes!;
Your words, your lies,
All your remains.

Blind eyes; white tomb.
Sweet dream with a bitter end.
All your madness on your sweet tongue
But you're not real; you're still fake...

j.darko
© 2009