The Art of Mad Illusion


It was all incredibly detailed
How he dove into her drained eyes,
How he explored her dark and poignant soul;
Metaphorically saying he was in paradise
How delighted it made him feel
When he picked up all the withered flowers;
Telling her how lovely they are
How he buried all the dying trees and birds;
Bringing the life back to her lonesome world
And how he tinted the black and whites;
Making them vividly colored once more


It was the way it slowly lighted up
Her once lifeless world;
It was brought to life again
Full of bliss, very lively
Not until she felt
an overpowering embrace of reality.


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