Disillusions
Their something here. I am looking past the dust in the air. It clouds the judgement of most. I am ready to face my ghost. Disillusions watered down and wrapped in a tiny package with such a pretty bow. I no longer know, what i should. Is it really for the greater good. Give me the ability to see beyond the darken trees. Impossibilities, searching with hesitation, and the forthright knowledge that i might just never find it. Its like being lied too over and over again. Who are your real friends. Who will stand by you even in the wrong. All the others i wish just to be gone. Leave me alone to my own devices. Its a penance i must continue to pay. Enough i say just go away, with the games you tried to play.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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