You craftily arouse my emotions
To stir a vivid spectacle; advance a
Mirage, make it blossom within the
Blackest, most sinful depths of my mind;
You delve me into realms of
Blissful impossibility, yet assured reality –
How you anguish me! For hours I live
The idyllic fantasy that never was, never
Will be; foolishly succumb to the belief
That it’s real: all, so euphorically real -
What bitterly-sweet deception.
