Developing within my feeble mind what could but will not be.
a home on a hill, with pearls about my body and a man to love -
dreams for the open minded drift within my lifeless brain.
chanting rhymes of evil schemes to get exactly what I need.
And, I need him because I love him not the opposite;
he's my cherished memories that still linger deep inside.
He's my living sacrifice - exactly what I'd die for.
He's my everything but God, the only one I love.
I can't hold back my fantasized thoughts though they ruin me,
I can't grasp reality for what it is, instead I betray myself.
And, I can't seem to find a reason to not trust him -
though there surely are a thousand and one of them.
Increasing lines across my forehead and veins pop out from my neck,
my elbows burn, my knees are weak, and my eyes turning red.
The tears are coming - gushing out like a violently whispered lullaby.
And, all I ask from him is a hug to keep my dreams alive . . .
but, I'm let down by the let down yet another time.
