The MIST [inspired by Hitman Reborn]
Illusions... or real illusions. Within the illusions hide real illusions... from the real illusions, the illusions are created. Within the truth hides the lie... within the lie hides the truth. That is the Mist."-Mukuro Rokudo
You came to me with that wine of yours in one hand, tempting
Swaying my world to the extreme when breathing was tormenting
You held out that hand of yours promising a world of solitude
Yet back then I never understood those words, or their magnitude
Then you shattered my crystal world and walked away
And I was left with the bitter present that swayed me away
You absence smothered me like the mist, uneasy yet painstaking
And then my whole world went crashing, my soul crumbling
Like a crystal ball that loses its purpose I was laid
On the floor broken, yet my dues I have paid
It was like a dream, a mist that smothers reality into an illusion
Like haze that deems you a worthy victim, its own specimen
A victim I was, toyed till the very end
And the illusion with reality was bound to blend
Yet which was it an illusion or a real illusion
For all I know my heart and soul are in confusion
And I was your toy, for the time being the excitement in your illusionary worlds
And you toyed with my spirit, hiding lies within what sounded like truthful words
Shackled to the past I have found myself measured, weighed and found yearning
With tears begging to feel the lies come to life, with a heart demanding and aching
Yet in reality was an illusion, and the converse was true
And with you walking away life lost its hue
Yet that is the mist, terrifying yet deceiving
Tormenting yet sometimes life saving and relieving
And I wanted to find your hand within the mist that was circulating
Yet I fell into the dark with my treacherous mind and world collapsing
Falling, yet hoping for me to break free from your illusion
Yet begging for my heart and illusionary one to bind in fusion
Was it reality or an illusion that bound us together?
Was it those words of love you spoke to be that made me surrender?
Indeed that is the mist devious, treacherous and devilish
Yet I wanted you all for myself, was that selfish?
And again I beg for answer, as I address my inquiry to the mist
Yet, there is extreme emptiness in the empty world of the mist
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