Once charming that it seemed,
trail wedded with thorns deep.
Those which perched; a clever mirage,
as I walk on only to weep.
Bleeding streaks of my faith,
soaking proud in my red!
Nailed hard; clawed in me,
growing big, its web it spread.
Broken now; a forced myth.
Breathing last; a throbbing dream!
Your fallacy now stabs my being:
I mourn that smirk in your gleam…