11-10-14
Drifting away from
reality seems easy.
Yes, maybe it truly is.
But recovering from the truth is absolutely
a hard thing.
The truth isn’t friendly, but it is
the only thing deserving of trust.
Bathing in the glory of your resplendence
may be nourishing for the soul,
but I bathe in waters I do not own.
I am a trespasser, an alien—
an outcast to whom I have considered
my home.
What is better,
your sweet, sweet poison
or the bitterness of truth?
Should I continue injecting myself
of lethal doses of your beauty,
or let go of the syringe and face
the cruel withdrawal from fantasy?
I’d rather face death
than a lifetime of pain.
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