The Reason of Fantasy

Nonexistent is the boundary

Of that which I wish It to be

Only I dream

So It won’t pain my soul

 

Common sense drawn in blood

Seeping down my fractured

Body is now

Tracing lust over Its remains

 

Broken is my fumbling mind

For I cannot understand

Lost forever

Buried It might remain…

 

It.

 

Killing me.

 

Lost in a senseless hope.

 

Wanting a Fantasy that cannot exist.

 

Because it is Fantasy.

 

Should’ve learned the first time.

 

Silly me.

 

It…

 

Rips at my pounding heart

Which should be

I know

Deceased

If it weren’t for my dream

 

My Fantasy.

  

 

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