Seems rather unorthedoxed ,
a broken heart ,
a darkened soul .
Treason to realism ,
Motion to fathom ,
Being like a phantom .
Disguised ,
A mere myth ,
To living .
I stray apart ,
Break from the norm ,
Tired of all the "broken" parts .
A lonely form .
Cover my just ,
A little cup for lust .
Formed all from dust .
I tire of feeling haunting desire ,
Burnt out the lies ,
Living through clear skies .