SB LACROIX

Perceptions often distorted, 
Things not always as they seem; 
Reality is often illusion,
That which is but a dream.

What appears to be happiness,
Is merely a cheerful mask;
Nothing but a pleasant fiction,
A daily perfected task.

Can love break all barriers?
Can it save an aching soul?
Can it redeem a self-betrayal?
Can it make an empty heart whole?

A lifetime of vast ocean,
The distance between two;
Tied to the past and present,
In my thoughts I often find you.

The death of a heart, 
Twisted and hanging from a tree;
Where emptiness meets eternity,
Is where you’ll find me.

Read and recorded by Viktor Aurelius ~ Music by Kevin MacLeod.

From my book: Shattered