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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