Sunset

Failing never has been much fun.
Another wasted sheet.

Another pointless fleet

Of pointless lies

Of pointless

Everything, to be honest

For what is

Actually real?

I can see no similarity between what

Is described, and what is.

The blue of the sky, actually clear.
The green of the grass, as wet as a tear.

The red of blood, as blue as ice.

None of these colours, true enough

To entice

The hearts of you and I

For we always did live in a world of lies

Turn off the light

Goodnight