Hallucinations

Life is beautiful.
But I’m blind to it’s beauty.
I’m stuck in this dark box, suffocating slowly.
Life refuses the mercy of leaving me.
Hallucinations of beauty traumatise me
each vision infusing me with false visions of hope.
I’m stuck in this box of eternal darkness
Still life has me in her grasps.
I explore this dark box, adding a number to the countless times that it’s been done,
Then i feel it.
Hope returns to me like air i breath in.
My escape from the darkness held in these hands.
It’s time to leave this lover’s embrace.
As i ran my escape across my neck,
The box opens, beauty stretches her hands.
But i float into my blissful respite
then i realise i was never in a box.
It’s another illusion of hope,

Life still has me.