Controlled illusions

Control is but an illusion darling,
Tonight, let yourself surrender to the most beautiful illusion.

Pour another glass,
Drink every last drop.

It'll give you bravery,
It'll make you daring.

But be careful,
It'll make you want to let go.

Numb away all the pain,
Bleed away all the tears.

Nothing left to feel for,
Nothing left to breath for.

Let yourself go and surrender,
Lose control and begin the rise of an illusion.





(inspired by a dialogue in american horror story season 5 episode 4).

Stained

His name was as if pencilled into my mind.
Even after countless attempts to erase it, traces of his essence still lingered.
They were marks that no force could ever bleach out of my existence.
He was a person I could never forget.
He was a voice always echoing in my heart.

It was as if all I was now, was a paper stained by the dark virtue of his bleeding soul. 

Bitter Irony

She stood there shivering, in wait for him.
She waited there, in hopes of him.
She fell, Believing he'd catch her.

She sacrificed her all, for his promises to be fulfilled.
And he? Well, he ran.
Ran as far as he could, as fast as he could.

He could not bear her fire.
Could not tame her inner phoenix.
He simply did not want what could never truly submit to being his.

His misconception and hers, both combined to make the first known form of bitter irony.
For she had already submitted to his love long ago, and he was too blind to see how much he yearned her flowing through him.




-Idk I was listening to this song which inspired me, most of my writings are not based on personal experience okie.