Thursday, February 1, 2007

Friendship

Why did you dare
Enter my distorted reality
This cold, bitter and dark home
I fashioned for my mind and soul
Candles, flames, warmth and love
Arouse my suspicion, beckon my dread
An oasis from pain, or just a mirage
Eyes closed, or blind, you choose not to see
My humor hides a tormented heart
I open my soul yet seek your betrayal
Nothing borne of joy has permanence
Your love, your being, me and everything
Passion of a life or an endless nightmare
If I fail to wake, you certainly will
And I will die in silence, in desperate confidence
That this was my real world
My real life, your sad misfortune
Your blindness is my purest gift
If you were real, I am not
Or you would not be here
You would live only in my imagination
Or in the lives of those who deserve your company
And I would never have lived at all

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