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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