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The Illusionist

Dialing in this electric bond,  
between the clouds of tunnels,  
I find this nothingness,  
the waves fluctuating through electrons of traffic,  
 
channeling the frequencies from both sides becomes a burden,  
the charges become overwhelming,  
I catch myself in this disoriented isolation,  
I believe its a damaged combination,  
 
words don't make sense no more,  
the time just turned four,  
I have no recollection of what has happened  
or what's gonna happened,  
 
what is the continuing,  
my eyes can barely blink,  
I am in for a long night which turns to the oceans sea bed,  
If life can be upside down instead,  
 
I would be a reflection,  
I might be the new connection,  
filtering things that must come out,  
brings great strength and conditions,  
 
or is this just what we think,  
we are all puppets in this world  
whether you like or you not,  
 
for myself I try to embrace what is yet to come,  
at the same time I am in no rush to observe the lonesome,  
foreseeing the future sounds exciting,  
also knowing is quite frightening, unbarring,  
 
what a continuous strand of salty air,  
what a continuous misinterpretation,  
 
my lips are constantly dry,  
my skin altered to the illusion of static coloration,  
can it be that I am the hallucination,  
 
I do not fear death,  
perhaps it's death that fears me,  
 
to not one day be seen,  
In the brightest of all places,  
but to not want to be where it has chosen for me,  
could the bright light just be a mirage,  
 
could it be that death is playing games,  
off in the distance I will see rain of flames,  
 
oh.., what a picture,  
what a fascination,  
this truly must be a dream,  
realizing this whole time I've been here  
with my coffee and cream,  
 
just enjoying this premonition,  
especially in my frustration,  
good luck to death finding me,  
I am a ghost even to their eyes,  
 
I am the in between,  
I am deaths hallucination,  
I am continuously forgotten,  
even in my eyes I am blind to this scene,  
 
please help me see the imagery I have forgotten,  
please help me capture my lost reflection,  
 
I am astray,  
maybe even misplaced,  
I have become the departed,  
 
laying here in this neglect,  
the world seems to be moving in a repetitive state,  
continuously bringing back the fear  
I have once tried so hard to have forgotten,  
 
brilliantly the sky has turned to fire,  
walking around in this oxygen mask  
I most discretely hidden,
 
my memories have been shut to the thought of the misleading,  
I will always have a way to disappear,  
the show is yet to begin,  
I shall vanish from this inconvenient display,  
 
maybe one day you might notice me,  
maybe one day you just won't at all or even try,  
In the end we all have that moment when we become the magician.
Written by finalmissiontomars
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