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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