Is a broken promise a lie,
or,
Is it a dream that doesn't come true?

Some of us are haunted by things that we don't even understand.
We are born in to a darkness,
Constantly fighting the seductive pain of this cold comfort,

Perfection seems so far away,
I think that we are all perfect the moment that we die,
Free of the shackles of ignorant humanity,
Free of the blindness of our nebulous emotions,