A series of moments,
With ouch-less torment?
Is that too much to ask?
Leave behind these earthly tasks...



-I think we should-


Spoke a language I understood,
Calmed me off the edge of a ledge...
Reeled me in with a simple bet.


Seemed to know,
I couldn't or simply wouldn't
Let it all go.


He goes by many names,
Likes to play games...


Fated? Or?
An image I've created,
SEEN through my curved lense.
I contort and bend,
Trying to see through his...
Knowing he will never let me in.
He is a phantom.

~Dancing between~

...《°●°》 ...

Pages and trigger loaded lines...


I feel like his toy...all a ploy.
His heart's beating me,
Further into retreat.
Feeding the ghosts in my mind.


Clueless. Oblivious...
Missing every hint.
I still reel from his Imprint.
I crave...