Time...
Sometimes a good friend
Sometimes
An elusive enemy
Time...

Our little love has turned into a pool of hatred
what we bred, what we nurtured, what we fed, the memories captured
All sunk in the whirlpool of dark depths

My weakness was the truth you demanded
Yours, a queer bitterness
And now there is only pain left to feel, left to savor, left to devour

I wonder if your love was true, if you ever deserved my true love
If i was too blind to see beyond the veil that paints you real

You let this pain eat you up and remove the pillars that made us stand tall. Now we are no more, we are dissolved, gone, soon to vanish, like we never existed, as we constantly cleanse the memories with grief so cold.

I didn't see your mysterious, where you hid it
So you came here to me with your theatrics
And played the most affectionate dramas
Indeed i fell, like a pack of cards, oblivious me- fell graciously

I have seen your mysterious, where it is hidden
So the next time you come with your enchanting acts
And roll my frail heart into a toy ball to be flung at your discretion
I'd assume your act, having mastered it, and play you too
OUI
Play you like you once played me
And indeed you'd fall, you'd fall like a pack of cards, to your own game, unpleasantly.

My friend, to truly feel or love is a weakness
As it seems, nothing is real
Everything is an apparition of the original
I was stabbed just as you were
I sank in the illusion of a disguised fallacy

Now we should learn and show proof by also becoming actors
By recycling the cycle and keep it rotating
Let the naive take our place and keep believing
Because this illusion must be kept and not rooted out
It is necessary for balance

We, the ones who have experienced must also inflate its genuine existence and bask in the glory of knowing that its all a fallacy
It's all but a game.