Scyphae

A Poem by winter;lyra

the illusion is the bomb's clock
the truth is i have complete control over it
the delusion however is my deliberate ignorance
i have shut my eyes and clogged my ears with whispered fears
oh i don't wanna think about it
i don't wanna know what it means
and i don't wanna know what the consequences are
for all we know
i won't be alive to face them
the consequences
and their faces
when they realize this one's true face

the tide is calm
i might as well let it be