Your mind a web consumed with fantasy, disbelief in magic.
Your religion an obsession of a different kind - powerful but tragic.
Swift movements in your right side lob - like epilepsy in your thought.
Dancing with explosives of another world, not cautious though you ought..
A tender touch of fairy isle, a calculated risk to nowhere land.
Your heart in an unsafe wonderland, your sanity hanging on a strand.
Needles and pins inside your veins, a childlike belief in signs.
The rock of your upbringing crumbling below, an epiphany of our times.
A mastermind that's blind to wisdom, a mass that disregards truth.
The present is usually full of presents, but it's the past your prefer to sooth.
Sedation is fatal and beauty a curse that hides reality from your sight.
Love is your weapon and blood your salvation, do not turn a blind eye to my plight.
