I Let The Illusion Go

She was nothing to mourn about
Like these cold, stale winds
And the poisoned frost that it brings,
I curse the words that came from my mouth


It is now time to leave the fantasy behind
The world must go on now
And I, too, should follow
And break these chains from my mind


How I loved her surrealism
Her faint yet sweet touch
The smile which intoxicated me too much
And the way she pulled me into my own cataclysm


How I marveled at her power
The way she twisted me around
And how she thrust me to the ground
Yet I still hold her dear like the sweetest flower


But alas, I know it is time to set her free
And I must continue to my fruitless trail
Which ends until to the bone I am frail
And the world would just let things be
 
She was never mine
As she was never real
And her love I never did feel
So was that lovely little smile


Did I really love that nymph?
Or was I just lost in the madness of things
And this I felt were just one of those vague feelings?
Maybe, just maybe, was she an embodiment of my own filth?


The answer eludes my mind
And I fear it would just be
For there she goes, away from the eye could see
As she leaves, I feel these barbed chains unbind


Yes, I am still a fool
To this perfect creation I still long to be enchained
And with love for her my heart is still filled
But I must let things be, and let time heal my soul.