CAMELOT FANTASIES

Time has come
Such a difficult decision
One that demands
Critical precision
Feeling the coldness of the scalpel
In my hand
Severing of ties that bind
Has left me bland
Aches and pains
Are echoing the sentiments in my eyes
Last while they are dead
Ceased is the laughter + merriment
Delicious thoughts running in my head
Breaking all the barriers of self confinement
Each strand has frayed
Multiple is the sense of direction
Catatonic is false sense of perfection
Living a life
Where all I've seen, felt or heard
Deception


~ Divine