The moon is bright with life as I stare,

but as I go to leave he room, it grows

dark with dispair.

In my vision everything lost the glows

of life. I invision a life full of hppiness,

full of dreams that will be crushed by reality.

People may never realze the saddness

in the world untilhe time of fataliy.

I ream of a cange that only I may make.

The world is forever doomed to face this

disaster. There are so many people that are fake

that I'm afraid we may never change. Is

there no safety for the human race

in tis horrid place?