It was an illusion
I thought I could
Glide
Along the smooth
Sweet roads of life
Clinging to
A long
Never ending
Memory.
It was a lie
It whispered to me
That the rain would
Always
Soothe my soul
And cry with me.
It said
That tingly feeling I get
When you
Stroke my hair
Or the nape of my neck
Would be there
Tangibly
Lulling me
Into life
Eternally
Accessible
But it

Couldn’t
Persevere
It
Never sated
Only faded
Into black
It fabricated
A thick
Non existent
Reality
Destined for
Mortality
Draped around
My neck like
A mink wrap
And now
To embrace
The sleekness
Of its silken
Surface
One’s only
Choice
Is to
Think back
I
Needed to
Keep on

Writing
Our story
But the
Ink tapped
Out..
Then the
Pencil tip
Broke
Started as
Imagination
Changed shape
Into
Hallucination
Slowly
Becoming
Smoke
Liar, liar
Falsifier
Whose intention
Was to
Conspire
To
Stimulate my
Desire
Just to
Set it on
Fire

Watch me
Burn
Watch me
Learn
Watch me
Hunger
To discern
Just what it all
Means
Whilst
Falling apart
At the
Seams
It was
A plan
A trick
If you will
Teaching me to
Balance myself
To
Walk
While I am
Standing
Still
Paradoxical
It seems
Like that

Time I
Felt so
Alive
As he
Proceeded to
Kill
I know
Now
That it was
All
For
Me.
I lived
I loved
I learned
I died
Returned
To
Life
Again
But with
Wisdom
This time.
What’s coming
Next
Who knows
I just know I’m

Locked in
How this
Thing called
Love
Makes one
So foolish..
A sin.
It’s a trap
We all get caught
Up in..
It would seem
To me..
Common sense
Must not
Be
That common,
Then.