A world convulsed at fallacious lies, With a pensive reality, And caliginous skies. A night as dark as the depths of hell, Malignant capabilities, Your sinister voice I know too well.
Due to your influence, I have become oblique. Dreading all the words That you speak. Am I truly the one you seek?
Now I have prospected and also detected That the only way to be consummate Is to remain idyllic, and appreciate The taciturnity you’ve effected
I apprehended That I should have escaped while I could But I pretended Like I misunderstood That you were do good. You insanity was cloaked by a hood.
I’m not endorsing you to deliver my downfall, Aforementioned here, is my last stand. Absent from reality I’ve become, Just to plummet down this peak once more, Due to the careless vivacity of the fellow that is blind, to his doings unkind.
And now, all you do is provoke The constant fear that I have chosen the wrong bloke. And for this I have frozen A friendship that was golden.
I really shouldn’t crave you but for some reason I can’t abdicate.