Medea,
Tell a vision,
You lie and we listen.

Medea,
Truth is fiction,
Make the lie our addiction.

Medea,
Sorceress in blue,
Tell me what is true.

Tell a vision to me,
Make the lie our reality.

Tell a vision to me.
The truth is a fantasy.

Goddess of illusion.
Tell a vision.

Cast a spell on me,
I am your zombie.

**** the lights.
Take my eyes.
I don't want to see,
What is left of me.

the faces in my memories no longer smile
with the chubby cheeks of youth
they have aged with me
til that wondrous sparkle faded from their eyes

as i have grown bitter so have our hearts together
so that now those memories which once brought me comfort
now greet me with mocking & jeers

I yearn to be
In all the places
That we cannot reach
And maybe taste that success
That people claim
To be so sweet.