"What do you think an illusion is?"

"Waiting for years for someone we know would never return."

And then she vanished into

The world of dust and sorrow.

Where chaos was a sprinkle of the blood

upon the hearts that cried for dead.

Where angels weep for the torturous love

on the rotten earth of saints and sinners.

Where the songs of sinful hymns sweep

past our ragged hearts before the blackbird cries.

Their teardrops like tender knives, upon the bobbing throats

of the sprouting youth under the shadow of their eyes.

For they know, that's too a mirage of catastrophic nightmares.

-nothing's real in reality except everything you never seem to see.