Saturday, 6 June 2015


Stranger than fiction
More real than truth
Facts seem strange
While lies are closer
Blinding light momentary blindness
A flash of lie
Distorted vision I am blinded
Or have I been blinded
A haze in the air
A shroud in my mind
A veil so dense
Trapped within
Cool hands reach out
Death grip dragging me from my slump
A light shining bright
Or another illusion of my mind


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