The world is upside down
It’s inside out
I don’t know who you are
It was like Jekyll of the Hyde seeing those colors those ugly colors
I have never been so afraid
Yet intrigued
You killed me
The pain of the fantasy you fed my mind
Through your manipulation
Your ecstasy
You said your love language was physical touch
But we never touched
A million miles away through a screen
So close but yet so far
Was it even real?
What is reality
It feels blurring, fast blurring shapes flying colors flashing
My head hurts
I keep floating away far far away into the trees
You swirled my brain with dopemine
All jus to set it, the fantasy, on fire
The mojave cocktails ripped away
And the sheet pulled to see the stone cold
Empty white walls before me
The flower although delectable
Wilting away within its organs
It’s mouth struggling to breathe
But the flower remains appealing
Until you, yes you, expose the ugliness
The vile pitiful insides
Tearing the petals away to open my eyes
To what you really wanted
A shackled slave
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