an illusion of the heart

it clouds your eyes

to the simple signs

that lead to the lies

of this broken art



a parasite of the mind

you believe this is bliss

from the first to last kiss

as you start to dismiss

the fact you are blind



so fly with your wings

and escape from that stage

to become quite assuaged

beyond all that rage

that's attached by strings



disintegrating, piece by piece

you start to decay

still smiling everyday

unaware you were just prey

to this creature who continues to feast



thus when the time is deserved

speak loud and clear

and ignore all the leer

from them and your peers

and all the attempts to make you unnerved



while the ties have been cut

and your vision has cleared

you're no longer adheared

to the leech that appeared

to be more than you thought



still this cycle remains

with the exception of few

who stick together like glue

but that will be you

when, vanished is the pain