With every literary composition,
another wave of star dust, whirls from my eyes...
and finds it's place in the heavens,
where you were meant to be.

Poems I crumble to fragments,
so no one will ever comprehend..
the tortures of a masochistic mind.
Or, the tears that embellish them.

Inquiries better left unanswered,
for the sanctity of my sanity.
There is comfort in naivety.

Capturing fairies in another world.
My pipe dreams are all too real to me.
Creating the illusion of forever young.
To buy back what was stolen so long ago.

Where were you when my rationality glitched?
Whispers..
Can you save her lucidity doctor?
She's too far gone now.

This reality of my own creation.
All you're small alterations,
and modifications.
Restitute her to the previous state.
Before this disease.

Prior to the symptoms,
of understanding and perception.
Anterior from infection,
before it set into her heart and corrupted her soul.

You don't understand that
You're trying to refund broken merchandise.
Malfunctions beyond repair,
just give me away.

No one can sell a doll that has been
played with by little boys.
Torn to shreds,
with a timeless face to remind those of her former beauty.

The mangled toy,
Thats lips seep poetry.
Of a time long ago,
before things got "Too complicated."