Fantasy Fair

I still need you
I still believe you
Might return to
Help me through

I mill about
Tear my hair out
Make up scenes
Like waking dreams

But you’re not there
And you don’t care
This is all just a
Fantasy fair.

//
What’s a man to do?
It’s hard to care
When life’s saddest truths
Are all I bear

I sling my guitar
Get in the car
And follow the road
To God knows where
//

You’ll never know
How deep it goes
This love that grows
Despite my throes

This pain I wield
Cracks my soul
The love I feel
Keeps me whole

Your anger and hate
Serve to elate
A man now free
To choose his fate

//
What’s a man to do?
It’s hard to care
When life’s saddest truths
Are all I bear

I sling my guitar
Get in the car
And follow the road
To God knows where
//

I shall immortalize
Through your beauteous guise
Love’s wickedness and lies
For all men to despise

In terse, damning prose
My pen shall condemn
How love is no rose
But weeds to be cleaved

No more shall I grieve
Your offending leave
If you had believed
You might have just seen

Miracle light sparked
In life’s endless dark
Relentlessly arcs
Splits spacetime apart

But you have decided
You’d rather rely
On gross little lies
As you age and you cry
Whilst I crucify
Your fake plastic life
’til the day that you die
The mortal demise
Of people despised
You grain on the wind
Buffeted by whims
You sad, empty thing
Only worth damning.

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