The illusionist.

Time
builds illusions around me
as I ponder....
as I pace ...
I am a recluse,
forbidden to society.

The sky
creates movement
as my world collapses
and life falls around me
like drops of insanity
breaking against my flesh
soaking me in regret.

Moments of uncertainty
crawl all over my skin
as I reach for disinfectant
to wipe the disease away.

I cringe with discomfort....
as I stare into my eyes
knowing that the reflection I see
is absent .......

Here I am,
rising ,
breathing....
falling,
as I am reminded daily
of who I am,
and who I will never be.

Nothing will take this away
"THIS", being ,....ME
as I look to the darkness
for light.

Satan...
stares at me
as he examines my every move
making sure I need him,
as much as he needs me

we flirt
we laugh
we argue.....
we use each-other
we are dysfunctional at best.

My light
it corrodes,
deteriorates...
as a lesson learned passes me by
I look to the sky
knowing,
the demons in my eyes
can not see.

Tomorrow
becomes my enemy,
yesterday is but a dream
and today ....
well today is a mistake

God,
he throws me to the wolves...
to better who I am
to prepare me for who I am not
to show me I can survive.....
just to save another life,
as i die.

we laugh
we cry
we smile
we trust
we are invincible at best.

a lost soul...
in a world unknown to man kind
sauntering amongst the dead
I speak an embodied language
muffled......
distorted,