Illusionist

Fingernails breaking skin

It's like reading braille,

but you can't feel within

Trust me it hurts

To sympathise with a possessive nature

A corrupt fantasy

A kind luring descent of what he used to be

I mean just look at him

He's a wizard's wonky wand at best

Isn't it funny?

And It's only getting worse.

Isn't it so funny?

How trauma spirals into tortured rehearse

Can you believe this hilarity?

Of my own eyes laughing back at me

For what this amusement could be covering

A victim crawls into a hole and begs "why are we suffering?"

I still feel you gripping into me

I still feel like I'm fighting to have control

I still feel your breath against my neck

I still feel like giving up knowing the inevitable is about to come

It's only going to get worse from here

It's a dark road ahead

And it's only getting darker

How do we heal from fear?

Truth is; we all suffer

Try guiding the hand

Try bearing gifts

Try reading braille

Then tried dying

Trying empathy

Trying quality

Trying everything

And died lying

But, I can feel you gripping into me

I still feel like I'm fighting to have control

I still feel your breath against my neck

I still feel like giving up knowing the inevitable is about to come.

It's only going to get worse from here

It's a dark road ahead

And it's only getting darker

How do we heal from fear?

I find safety in that I am only temporary

Like the stars are cut from the same matter as one we shatter