Perfect Illusion

within the oscillation of melting clocks, our poltergeists of times long expired…still reverberate~ tainted ticking echoing in an everlasting tug of war, pushing and pulling, throwing barbs at bleeding hearts oh, how the echoes distort reality, haunting perfect illusions~ remnants of misunderstood souls caught in constant conflict… what was once a beacon of love~ transmuted inhospitable confusion words, warped by borderline delusions, each syllable twisted and contorted, blind rationality, unraveling the ties that bind, wrapping them around suffocating throats, choking on harsh accusations~ until we became irrelevant irretrievable phantoms~ perpetually confined within stupefied misapprehension…..