false promise of strange

all the wonderful fantasies prompted
through the colors of beautiful abstraction

 what do I realize in my imagination
the unstirred emotions of someone yet untouched

If I was someone who can see the value in such sensibilities
the reality

 walking in lies of a false promise of error in preference

 benevolence embracing a full with life

yet when in the reality which someone would struggle to break from

 wanting the believe that from whats acceptable I could separate from. 

 settled in the inebriating state of meloncholy,
drowned the last indulgences in a abyss

 routines of obsession. 

not wanting know.
to what one I had awoken being true both days new and old.
A way to life dissociated from

 chasing a desire

into the fire

or deeper into a water and the world I knew that cared for me,

 no longer.