CAMELOT FANTASIES

There is such relief when something comes to a conclusion
Recovering from the masked game of false illusion
To discover a broken winged phony pretense
Spewing what seems common sense
Similarity led to disparity
Confusion bled the truth
When people play your dirty deeds
You turn on them like a black widow spider
Needing to destroy your evil misdeeds
Planting all your grotesque seeds
The veneer of kindness
Scathing hate deep in your heart & soul
Has broken you
Where once was whole
Shattered to small aching remnants
Of a glowing angel so distant
Dust in the wind
Is all that's left behind
I was so blind

~Divine