This is just and expression of form.
A window through my thoughts.
I call it Fog of Deception.
Seduction and deceit pent within
Gripping to life in every harmony
this mist, it clouds and smear vision
Delusion moulds lost hope; creates a decision.
For I am imperfect in shape and form
Seduction in play. Goodbye morality.
Gripping souls, left parched and dry
this mist grows stronger even longer perhaps
Delusional thoughts become my reality
For that is the reason I am born.
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