Illusion

Hollow is twisting my mind.
Lunacy is the throb to my heart.
And you're the silence I lock in my head.
The unexplainable nonsense from feeling supprest.

I long an awakening light to my dead words.
A look into my eyes to forget all I was.
A rendez-vous with the madness of my throbing heart.
A cold embrace for all that I lack.

In the darkness that this nightfall draws.
By the dead dreams under the moonlight.
I've drawn a place where you belong.
Even if you're nothing but an illusion.

 

A great poem Blackhess, sometimes an illusion is so powerful that it's able to make us imagine and feel so many things, things fow wich its so pointless to fight agaisnt them. Instead we cant help but enjoy them all the time they last.

 

Beautiful words..... like it very much....