The Illusion I know the sky will fall today And no matter how many tears I cry I lay, knowing that they’ll all float away But only into the cold darkness of illusion - Where our hearts had use to mend so warming And where our love was struck from the lightening of a storm With no foresight of any kind of warning - Actions have their consequence I know because every day since then I’ve pitied myself in that cold abyss of allusion - Like the feather of one bird, The yapping squawk that goes unheard Forever in the air, Still the wind yells that it’s an intrusion - So where must I go now Now that the candles have all blown out Inside this worn house, atop adobe and hollow comfort Where the wicks burnt out and all I’m left with is a sense of growing indecision? - This corrosion, erodes this explosion of sanity, I feel my vanity has been taken from me I’ve been robbed from false virtue, that’s been taught to me And pulled out of a place called love That is filled with cliché like doves that are flying above an ocean - Now with nothing else to do, I close my eyes, and let go of the hopes that the world withdrew I won’t pray that they’ll be renewed Because I know what happens after you’ve been trapped so long in seclusion - So procrastinate, these beliefs, these faiths A day I remember when we were both there smiling But we still both saw that clay, crack and shatter by way Of the fist of one mighty final conclusion - I know now that we were just not meant to be Even though I still feel my heart beating within that morbid hope That had forgot to rid itself of the sense of longing unison - For every word and every slope I’ve walked down A pitying circle of ebony confusion.. - And no matter how many tears I cry I lay, knowing that they’ll all float away And so will I But only within that cold darkness Where the only realities are those of a broken illusion