Do dreams come true?
if so, I'm lucky,
i wished to meet death;
i met Persephone.
I could be Hades... what bright delusions i say.
you just dreamt of a maiden embrace yet you fell?
are you that lonely?
Do we deserve pity?
SO WHAT IF I BECAME DELUSIONAL?!
OUR LIFE IS TORN FROM A BURNT, DESTROYED; A GONE BOOK;
THE PAGES WHERE OUR STORY LIES IS RIPPED INTO PIECES!
EVEN NOW I AM LIVID,
I DON'T KNOW IF THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN IN REALITY OR IN OUR FACADE OF A MIND.
why are you angry? didn't you just exclaimed I'm just a useless ego?
where did this poem go? it became an argument so who lost?
so this poem was not for her, i lost.