When Fantasy and Dream Become Confused
When others acts push splinters through our souls
And into strangers ears we pour our woes..
When grief and sorrow shudder thriough our walls.
And whether all is lost we cannot know
When what is in or out we cannot tell
When fantasy and dream become confused.
When darts of agony are felt to maim each cell.
When sensibility is utterly bemused. .
He ,in whom I to trusted, wills to fail
For what he claimed was friendship was desire.
Now pain and disappointment make me frail;
With torment know this person was a liar.
Then, having lost all other means to live,
We turn to darkness where our consolation is.
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