Her figure roams in my brain, a picture of perfection, the possessed pleasure.
She is everything to me, this aching affection I cannot measure.
The truth hidden behind this lie, blooming beneath the goodbye.
An angel among this bitter black I have created in me, for reasons I could not see.
I don’t know what to do, bleeding an image locked away in my cancer-shaped soul.
She is the only thing that will make me whole.
I’d do anything just to have her for myself, an empty desire.
Whispering torment, breathing loneliness, choking on the spider.
This fading fantasy, she conceals my pain.
I’m below, I cannot let go, she must remain.
I won’t let this show. I won’t let her go.
A lasting confusion, my innocent insanity, she is the cause of my deepening abyss.
So fragile yet so devious, I cannot resist.
I don’t want to be this, torn into pieces, all I need is one more reason.
My sins still remain, peal away the skin to keep me drained.
She lets me feel and I know this cut will never heal.
She isn’t real. I can’t make her real.