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Illusion


Time stops

When you look at me

I remember the first time

I saw you standing there

Your green eyes pierced my soul

You knew me, never having met me

But now I'm not so lucky

You've backed me into a corner

A wolf in sheep's clothing

Pulled the wool over my eyes

At first, the illusion was preferable

I want to wake up from this nightmare

But I can't

My mind and body go numb

And I walk out to meet you, grudgingly,

As time starts again

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