Sprung from forced pleasure
And the repression of my stress,
Half conjured and half spawned did the perfect angel I cannot move past throw me into ecstasy when I gained knowledge of her detail,
How real she truly is.

Weak do I fall,
Curves adorn your lips...
You had no fault,
You were right in catching on to my myriad ulterior motives,
I was only wrong to doubt your abilities.

Where does beauty end,
And where does it begin that I'm filling you in, and you don't have to try?

It's blurred as it's been for months and it's time I realize
That you were only ever as real as you were tonight.