Memories get clouded
by perceptions
of a false reality
every second seeming longer
than the last
your life moves on
encircling my pathetic phalicy
i long to walk beside you
together hand in hand
i dream of you next to me
on beaches of black sand
i look into the mirror
shattered like my dreams
but the person staring back
just isn't me
is love so blinding
that we can't tell
that every waking tragedy
breeds hell?
the divinity of your voice
fuels my every nightmare
and just looking at your picture
puts me there
i look into the mirror
shattered like my dreams
but the person staring back
just isn't me
is love so blinding
that we can't tell
that our every waking tragedy
breeds hell?
but what is real?
dreams or perceptions?
this lusty epitaph further
signaling the ending of
my questions
the cross-breed from
dark hearted souls
attempted healing by apothecaric fools
they don't even know me
how can they say?
why i picture your emblazoned face
each day?
i look into the mirror
shattered like my dreams
but the person staring back
just can't be me
is love so blinding
that i can't tell
that i'm our every waking tragedy
the prelude to your hell?
i hear you voice
puncture the silence
i sense your pristine travesty
the answer to my everything.
so this is real.
tangible sovereignty
and now the image staring back
is only me.
