I know better
But I pretend to enjoy the game
I feel alive when in this trance
Reshaped
Re sculpted in the fire of the real I want
But I'm only falling further into hurt
Taking time to justify the cracks ,the stabs
Cuz it all feels so perfect , so right before the strike
And I can't seem to discern right from wrong. .... I fall deeper
Its a mystery
Nothing but a broken , tasteless dream .. Leaking its purpose that could have been
Longing for an answer
When the darkness provides but a
Shallow gasp of the phantom of past
It all sails away too fast
But I must turn back
Before rough currents
Pin me permanently
into the dark ......
Where I slip for momentary sips of the one I miss ..
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