I hate this illusion... suffocating likeness to perfection heaves its sultry invite to my doorstep luring sweetly with promise and intrigue I follow blindly seeing the nothing is something... ...anything at all The mirage dissipates leaving fools stand lonely Scarlet red scorn glows in desert white sand and I hold myself in contempt You fade I stand We fall This dies.... Forced to recall moments as masochistic jilted lovers do Staring off as sad songs remind burning holes in memories extinguished with tears...awash with pain You drown me apathetically