Words are cuts blood is tears, our scars are our fears...
Life is a journey and a destination.
Love is worry, destiny, and infatuation.
Thoughts of love like drops of blood,
Stain the heart and mind, pain like art is fine
On the canvas of our souls we paint our dreams and screams.
Using the color of our lies, masking the truth in our disguise.
Which image has been perceived?
Which one has been deceived?