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
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
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
