Friday, 26 September 2014

"Twisted Illusions"

They come. They go.

Such synchronicity

cannot be denied -

extracts the breath from me.

Twisted illusions

disturb my fragile mind.

Shadows dance -

and, once more, I must become resigned.

They say they'll stay in touch.

You never know -

or so I tell myself.

They come. They go.

Once I start to care,

I never can go back.

They drag my world through colourful chaos,

when all I need or understand

are shades of grey,

and black.

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