A walk in the park
in sensations that don`t fully captivate you senses.
A loss big enough to leave behing a dent in this armour made of ignorance of the world surronding me.
A laughter of misery lost in the silence.
And a feeling of certain death.
Lost Illusions is either all that has been or will be given freely to obliviation...
It is sweey misery,or ugly sorrow of forgiven love.
A memory that lingers to cause more pain.
Or it is nothing.It has no meaning at all,much like this poem...