Poems From The Living dead Girl

Illusions

The dark illusion of my eyes, keep making you out to be imaginary and it hurts to see you everywhere I go. Your the shadows that follow me, your the nightmares that have, no still haunt me, taunting,me with your smile. Your name is carved in the lids of my eyes and that's all I see, lost empty prize, drowning in you and breathing in you leaves me breathless and I must realize your not here. The illusion is not my doing but my fear.