Tatak Letra

xix. Illusions

𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Me,
in the dark
acts like natural
a quiet observant kind on
seclusion piece of delusive rhyme
overhearing whispers, false tranquility,
seducing power, constant cloth of last dine
over a symphony of deafening screams and lies
silently, fully uncovering secrecy of solitude
bad dedications of roles hidden inside
and my cries stuck on critical tries
tracking all my illusions high
not to feel the bloodiest
suffocation of
mine
but
I was still
too young to doubt
the clues written as vandals
became as my colorful paradise
pleading for one last chance, for a while
trying to put what's running from time to time,
but my thoughts awakened me from long sleep
of nightmare while guessing whose bed it is
that I have fallen to, for it smells peace
I like the touch of staining bliss
a combination of long strip
and shortened please
which I've seen
before I
live.

@inbluence