deep emotions
flying up so high
beyond the blue horizon
yet acutely hanging
on the limbs of my pains
burning devotions
of a wilted, wasted, love
stoned and frayed pride

my weakness is my shield
sheltering myself upon
this acute sensations
of raw and injurious emotions
if only my strength is back
and my mind intact
and break away
from this delusions
and recycled games of pain
over and over again

but as I embrace
to face and welcome
one more time,
my shattered tomorrow
might as well settle
in the comfort
of my hallucinations
because what is my choice
but to say:
who wants reality without you!