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Smoke and Mirrors

Smoke and mirrors, That’s all you ever were. Bathing in the river of illusion. In the eleventh hour, Is when your loyalties turned. You’re a Bloody artist, Painting me a fool for your own amusement. Playing with fire always leaves a burn. Ignorance keeps the monsters away. Never wanted this to begin with. Should’ve listened to my conscience. You’re the professional illusionist. I’m unconsciously laying with a demon. How can I ever love again? If I’m still caught in the chase. What you’ve taken from me, Can’t be easily replaced. Past the point of no return. My nightmares have been infiltrated by your dreams. Wishing to look past all the graphic details. As you left me here silently. The nights getting colder. Will the beast ever sleep? You got me begging on my knees. You can really make those clowns scream.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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