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Twisted Fantasy
like a deadly virus she infects every cell, destroying my defenses my immune system withers away, making me frail
devouring me of all strength both mind and body, emotionally decrepit and broken
it is she that yield the mighty hammer of Thor to shatter my world with one mighty blow
I am wounded, the stench of rotten flesh permeates the air, like the sewerage of the Soweto slums
when I have fears, it is of you, frightening maddening nightmares
my heart being ripped from my chest cavity by her beautiful blood stained hand
you are like a beautiful nightmare, like a child I dear not sleep for I may not return to the land of the awakened
shall I compare thee to the black plague with no cure nor refuge no reprieve from my entombment
your love is terrifyingly deep like, an abyss, a black hole, sucking breath, limb, and life
there is no escape, free falling a never ending journey complete opposite of the never ending story
no fairy tales, no magic trick, no magical elixir to cure what ails me
like an assassin silent and deadly swift to expel your harden punishment my emotions the victim
there is no honor amongst thieves, my heart gone, yet I'm alive with this gaping hole forever a reminder of what was and what is no more
to look into her eyes to see the depth makes one intrigued to want to learn, to unfold the layers, to explore
without her love there is no serenity, it is hard for my feeling to remain inconspicuous
I feel like the dead, dry, leaves, with hues of brown, yellow and orange blown away in the wind scattering everywhere
like a jigsaw puzzles with missing pieces, she has left many gaping holes leaving me forever incomplete, unfinished, ambiguously I ponder will I ever be made whole again
my cure she once was, my ailment is what she has become..oh the sweet irony
If I could just reach, plead, a gentle whisper, a soft kiss, an embrace
maybe just maybe she will open her clench fist, and return my blood stained heart into its encasement
finding the missing piece to the jigsaw puzzle made whole
out of her lips an outpouring of regret, love, warmth, compassion and empathy
Buzzzz Buzzzz soiled in sweat I awaken from my twisted fantasy
devouring me of all strength both mind and body, emotionally decrepit and broken
it is she that yield the mighty hammer of Thor to shatter my world with one mighty blow
I am wounded, the stench of rotten flesh permeates the air, like the sewerage of the Soweto slums
when I have fears, it is of you, frightening maddening nightmares
my heart being ripped from my chest cavity by her beautiful blood stained hand
you are like a beautiful nightmare, like a child I dear not sleep for I may not return to the land of the awakened
shall I compare thee to the black plague with no cure nor refuge no reprieve from my entombment
your love is terrifyingly deep like, an abyss, a black hole, sucking breath, limb, and life
there is no escape, free falling a never ending journey complete opposite of the never ending story
no fairy tales, no magic trick, no magical elixir to cure what ails me
like an assassin silent and deadly swift to expel your harden punishment my emotions the victim
there is no honor amongst thieves, my heart gone, yet I'm alive with this gaping hole forever a reminder of what was and what is no more
to look into her eyes to see the depth makes one intrigued to want to learn, to unfold the layers, to explore
without her love there is no serenity, it is hard for my feeling to remain inconspicuous
I feel like the dead, dry, leaves, with hues of brown, yellow and orange blown away in the wind scattering everywhere
like a jigsaw puzzles with missing pieces, she has left many gaping holes leaving me forever incomplete, unfinished, ambiguously I ponder will I ever be made whole again
my cure she once was, my ailment is what she has become..oh the sweet irony
If I could just reach, plead, a gentle whisper, a soft kiss, an embrace
maybe just maybe she will open her clench fist, and return my blood stained heart into its encasement
finding the missing piece to the jigsaw puzzle made whole
out of her lips an outpouring of regret, love, warmth, compassion and empathy
Buzzzz Buzzzz soiled in sweat I awaken from my twisted fantasy
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