Poisonous Illusion
Poetry Sunday
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1 min readJul 19, 2020
Drifting away from my dream, your illusional presence,
Your egoistic, sadistic, narcissistic shade-
Leaving claw-marks on my consciousness.
A fantasy of sacred love faded,
No remorse. No tears dropped into my drapes.
Your pretentious feeling of love wrapped into toxicity,
Your selfishness, your rudeness, your dark inside-
kept creeping inside my skull, crumbled-
my virgin mind.
You touched, abused and pretended to love,
But you were in awe-dream with your self-obsessed soul.
So, I left the traces of the past,
Swirling by to the pleasant feelings, whispering breeze, and joy,
Leaving my grief and screams inside the coffin of love,
And you can f**k off, searching Helen of troy.
