Darkness is the thin line

Darkness is the thin line between Reality and Happiness.

Splintered dreams and darkness unyielding
Broken, lost and yet still seeking
Memory is a silent imperfect art
You never could remember from the start
Whine your way back into the dark
Come into the dream and live from your heart
Silent and lonely is no way to live
when life is Grey and lost all it had to give
It quivers my heart to tell you so
but this is the way of growing old
Learning that the world can't be perfect
is a horrid chore to those who are suspect
to it's imperfections and requests of men
who never could help with it to begin
I wish it would just end on a note
of sweet happiness the darkness denotes