Unknown

The quiet places where we stood,
now seem like a distant dream.
Overflowing with madness,
soon these empty walls.

If you dare walk into the moonlight,
don't hesitate to take a glance.
At what we all now used to love,
crumbling to our feet.

Every which way we may turn,
all it seems to be is tears.
As though some may promise happiness,
others see those words as chaos.

As I sit here writing this,
I know in all reality,
that the world is only filled with distant dreams,
that some may never reach.
So I must ask you this and only this:
" is anything filled with rainbows and fairys?"