Of illusion.

The fire is lapping at my ankles.

Laughing at my pain though.

As it burns down all the rainbows.

My breath comes ragged like these rumors.

Tyrannical ruler's

Frosted over like cranked-up coolers.

The wreckage simmers in the darkness.

Threatening to spread flaming chaos

Or spark bliss.

I have so little control

Nearly heartless.

All I can do is play my role

Trolling along....thoughtless...

And in the darkness, no one can see you cry.

They can only imagine how happy you are

And wonder why.

You battle with the sadness

Constantly taunting the gallows.

Hollowed out like a jack-o-lantern

drowning in shallow shadows...

"You look so empty..."

She said...

That's what she said.

I can't connect all of the fractured pieces in my head...

I can't say out loud that I'd much rather be dead

Without someone freaking out over the last sentence that they read...

It'll never end because you can never trust who you can't trust.

But best believe the other things are always as truthful as they seem.

I guess I'll go on till I'm lost and forgotten.

Or till the hole in my chest is septic and beyond rotten...

I'm downtrodden.

I can't feel.

It's hard to separate what hurts and what's no longer real...