You look at the world before you.
And realize it was never real.
Illusions get into you.
Burrowing into the depths of your mind
A fantasy has been waiting.
Open the door to your paradise.
Until insanity makes you mad.
Hand in your heart and run from his deeply woven lies.
Have you realized how many times you've gaslighted yourself?
Downing the glass of lies because it is sweeter than the bitter truth
Realizations hit you when you look into his eyes.
He never loved you, nor did you love him.
I love the thought of a fantasy castle filled to the brim with delusions.
Have you woken up?
A doll in a manipulator's hands
He cages you with his sweet voice.
Until you've been seduced
Do you want to cut the rope of the puppeteer?
Or let yourself be caged forever.
YOU ARE READING
My Melancholia
RandomHymns for those in dark places, where the sun doesn't reach us, yet we persist in seeking light as human beings.
