lørdag 29. august 2015


The entirety of the situation was at odds with my perception,
Something felt off,
But I let the feeling squander under the guise of logic explanation.
A twilight zone,
Where truth was infused with the posion of lies.
An apple rotting,
Convincing yourself it had a sweet smell.
No fresh fruit was served,
Only the leftovers they could muster up to give you.
Such a skewed image of love presented,
One could not grab hold,
It was never there to turn a cold body warm.
Only cling to the illusion of another day,
Such sparks would be felt,
But the moment ceased to present itself,
But hope refused to be dispelled.
An odd situation,
Kept hostage to falsities,
But one could hear the bell,
An assembly of notes chiming,
Truth is coming your way.


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