Pretend

A parody of passion paid me
Rising from the ashes
When simplicity in sadness
Breaks the wall in flashing crashes

Who’d have told me I can too
When seeing me means failing you
When I arrive, don’t be depressed
I’m a figment
Figment of your mess

Strewn along our glory days
The melancholy city haze
An entropy
A sorry sight
A foul abundance from the night

Is it up to
Us to say
When our undoing
Floats away
Do we dare or
Do we pray
For absolution as we play

Hoping we can
Misbelieve
What we had that
Autumn eve
Couldn’t ever
Be replaced
Ever feel your
Lost embrace

What about a sacricide
Let me be or open wide
Chomp the pills and
Hope an end
Rather we could just pretend
Rather we could just


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