Between the Vultures and Myself

Muusika

I distract myself from routinely torments
with smaller more beautiful thoughts,
which torment me all the same.
No escape from thoughts alluring,
consuming me as if I were nothing.
Swallowing me into heartfelt abyss.

I know you in my imagination,
because that is where you'll stay,
with my permission, aeons away.
But still I'm imprisoned here,
with my simple delights, looking out.
Stretching thin for a single smile.

I'd die for my honesty,
and for what I believe in my heart.
How to burn down a masquerade,
tell apart the actors from the fake..
Stuck with these vultures on my shoulders,
I force myself to look ahead.