CAMELOT FANTASIES

You thought you left it all behind
Trickling droplets of blood
Part of your ritual
Bump and grind
Raging from your vengeance
Wasted chances
Broken glances
Fighters jumping in their stance
Throwing punches
Only a few make contact
It's all about
Trusting your hunches
Your knowing, that's the fact
That keeps evading you
Slipping through your fingers
Like streams of sand
While others have no clue
Walking through those you know
They look at you as though
You're a stranger
Unrecognizable

~Divine