The worst damn thing

illusion

as you to me

illusion

as me to you

.

nothing is clear
everything is just so illusive
and I cannot see you closely and clearly and dearly any longer
and you
an illusion

.

you
aint real

and here I am
telling an unknown story which nobody seems to understand
which askes nobody for sympathising
which, in its dying pride, wishing for a happily ever after ending
which
aint possible

.

I wait for time to come
Erase me from your life
And here I am
alone
bearing in hell
a tinge of painful peace
a tinge of peaceful pain
of thy memories


Of those whom you love
Of those who love you
And who am I?
Who am I, who not know of love?
Who am I, who cannot be there for thee?
Who am I, whom to thee is only the fading voices and losing holds?

.

The place I stay
The path I take
The life I choose

all

shall not know thee

and I shall live

like I have always been

alone

bearing in hell

a tinge of painful peace

a tinge of peaceful pain

of thy memories

.

.

.