Gorillasex the Fubarbarian's blog: "PRIMATE POETRY CORNER"

Phantom romances 

With phantom friends,

And every day we wake up

And do it again.

It's a phantom world

We're left with in the end,

And how can you trust

What isn't real?

All I know is...

The idea of my own demise
Has grown to fit me like a glove,
As every day I wither away
A little more without your love.