Deconstruct The Illusion

2017.11.16 @ 21:07

Enter.

Our eyes lock

It’s like a bolt of lightning

Straight to my heart,

A tempered dose of pure

Want and lust.

Each and every time it is

A weakness

I have never felt before.

When you look away,

            Like you always do,

The effect is

Baltic,

A perpetual ice age,

An extinction level event,

Feral.

This is the part where I state the

Psychedelic metaphor,

The utopian simile,

Or some analogy that bares my soul,

And wraps up our destiny

In a nice little

Packet.

Life doesn’t work that way.

I lay here soaked my own rationalizations,

Betwixed and between hungers,

Scrawny and permeated by

Neglect.

The Arctic front moves in,

I desperately search for a way out,

Pick a line,

Run the gauntlet.

Deviation is futile,

Everything between us,

A symphony of enemies,

Looking,

For

Confrontation.