Tuesday 10 May 2016

All we are

I think I am stuck
In your mire, repeatedly
Visiting the gallery
Of the past;
That point where
I undressed the truth
Darkest second
Of all time.

I think I am lost
In your lies, repeatedly
Roaming the maze
Of your heart;
Painted illusions
Your quagmire-
That's all there is
That's all we are.

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