By Crystevin
Date: 12 May 1999

No Endgame

Fantasy
blurs the line
of reality
and honesty
tearing my heart
from the very place
i believed was safe.

Subtle innuendo
and passive avoidance
has replaced the script
of our open book.

Sensing imminent repeal
of faith and trust
i lock myself 
in serious comtemplation
lacking purpose
and direction,
no more foresight
no defined destination.

Everything
eats at me
like vultures
on dead flesh
i am picked clean
in this 
numbing, mindless
pursuit
with no endgame
in sight.