In the stillness of the nightstruggling under the warmness of the sheets
I shiver in coldness of my physique
the gnawing pain never seems to go away
Dawn of illusion
corrupt the illusion of my mind
as I pine helplessly in word and deed
Hopeless it seems to be
for where my heart still belongs to
Illusion of love and lusts
the fighting fear that strikes me dumb
the teardrops that cease the pain
as it twists and turn
the cruelty of the manifestation of true affections
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