Illusionary L.L

is it cliché to say

my happiness is a mere illusion

a ruse meant to confuse

is it a personified facade

only the tests of time

will reveal your true intent

your majestic tragedy, I must circumvent

yet I love you all the same

but I cannot shake

this feeling that keeps me awake

how much can I take

a ponder that leaves me upon a stake

miss, make not the combination

but I do desire to do just that

at least when regarding heartbreak

but your spell has a vice grip

upon my weary heart

perhaps it all ends with you

a shame it didn’t start

excuse any momentary dew

reveal to me the damnation that awaits

I am all but too used to agony

lay me out amongst your dinner plates

may my being be what sates

all I ask is to know

whether or not the seeds I sow

have allowed you to truly

love me in earnest and fulfill me

if the answer is negligent

perhaps I am not meant for love

in such a case, may we face a horrid ballad

one that entangles us both in despair

until you undo your illusion upon me

we both shall never be free

though, my ilk is used to the comfort

of lack there of with the sort

May your love strike true

May it break my love-sick flu

May it shatter my reality anew

May it bring me to the shores of you

-Sir Contra