One Last Illusion

In hours of helpless rage

Razors cut through your heart,

Fear claims its toll

For your right to be afraid,

Your right to dig for answers

With bleeding fingers.

You live in this prison

Of deceitful hope

With Death’s patience

And yet – still you dice with God

For one last illusion.

 

 Isn’t it very strange, how we want to trust? Even though the truth about someone hits us with a battering ram… we still want to hold on to the illusion that everything is okay. The Illusion can be sweeter, more flattering and evoking peace in our hearts. But the moment, the die are cast differently, it’s a painful experience.