My Heart Doth Decievith My Soul

My heart doth decievith my wiered soul
It believes there's a hope, from in a realm that nothing real can live.
My eyes, they see this appiarition, it trys to convince me of something I know is not real.
Mind ,oh tempted mind,all those many thoughts,
please, please,
blind from that moment in time.
My ears hear your words, they come spiraling at me, echoing, from a past I've long let go.
Your voice and your distinctive inflections adhere to my beating heart, weighing on the pace.
Yet my body, in its whole, refuses to release your memory.
You've covered me, with this invisible vail, it refuses to let me move on. The Only thing your left with is a resemblance of a long lost soul.
...Now and again...
I reach forward, for a hand to will me to present
but this grip from my past holds secure and slows my progression...