Nothing, but a life.

One night I awoke,

and I realized,

that nothing is fact,

everything is lies,

And the slightest touch, 

can break the seal,

and awaken our minds,

to what is truly real,

And when we sleep,

or lie unconscious,

and have nightmares or dreams,

of the horrors around us,

are the times when we see,

beyond the shadow of a doubt,

what this life and this world,

is truly about,

but without these atrocities,

this pain, this strife,

our time would mean nothing,

nothing, but a life.