My delusion

my dreams are a lonely place...

My dream is only
to be alone, while in loneliness
I see only vanity.
And destruction took over me.

Death embraces me with his illusions
of me being in a dreamy world
filled with angels (or maybe demons)
Who I create. And I destroy.

Now, my delusion starts:
I see an empty vessel breaking
[as a relation is crafted]
and with its pieces
my most important moment comes.

Glory in all its excellence
and glorious light cannot show
what I feel...what I think.
[then the relation is broken]

I take the pieces of the broken vessel
[which previously had my relationship inside]
and repeatedly I create wounds
upon my face, my hands and my body.

I cry, I cry, I cry
I'm afraid, as my tears freely flow
and at the point where I break
My delusion ends.

Oh, what an unimportant minute
felt the one that made me sad.

Oh, what a nice hour
was the one that made me mad.

How terrifying the stories
in my darkened mind.

How enchanting the despair!

Author's Note

thanks for any reviews...