Burning by the tip of your flame
Burning as I step up your game

This illusion.

These wrappings that rap up your warped worn ways,
The gales blowing gallons of gore at your gaze,
I feel it, I've felt it, I am feeling again,
Embrace it, just taste it, Live it it's Zen.

Strangled by the tender tip of your tongue,
Blending and breathing, its monotonous fun,
I lay in the pool of your well balanced blue,
Your cascaded charisma slows and shrouds you.

Biting my fingers,
writing my cares,
scratching the windows,
pulling my hair.

Let me out! Let me out! The illusion would scream,
Let me in! Let me in! The worlds not as it seems!
Construction corruption as everything's spinning,
Illusions last longer the longer you're winning.

Puking up blistering dishes and ducks,
Flutter are cares where all gleefully stuck!
For the illusion was forgotten, false, and forbidden,
Real it sank in skin deep, now together where smitten.
So lay back, just stay back, enjoy your free ride!
Stay tuned to the world, and you'll see more inside.....
This Illusion!