The corner glance

The corner smirk

The slight turn, twirl or dance

Assuming nothing at first

Gives me the impression

Gives me the idea

Gives me nothing but illusions

Hallucinations are best put to rest

Glint in your eye

Blush in your cheek

Teeth failing to hide

Look at your ears wiggle away, Joy I say

Gives me the impression

Gives me the idea

Gives me nothing but illusions

Hallucination at best put to rest

Your nothing more, your just the cover. You never had a great taste but your warping did. I’m sure you could had tasted like my favorite ice cream while I was under the fantasy but now I’m sensing a feeling of dread and can foresee tragedy. I’ve know you for less then a year and i can almost taste your lack of attachment in this world. Your inside your head, never to come out, never to feel someone other then yourself torment. Enjoy the whips and lashings on your mental stability as i bet everything on someone Bright.