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by Jeph Johnson

There's not enough smoke for this illusion to work,
No mirrors strategically placed on the floor...
Nothing but broken seclusion to jerk
Me out of this God-forsaken place any more.
For the trickery has failed, and the lights have dimmed,
And my senses seared by the endless heat.
I'm sick of being curtailed when trying to sin
And I'm sick of how lust has to eat.
There's not enough reasons to say what might
Be misunderstood as something that shouldn't,
Yet I can't manipulate the day to bring forth the night
And even if I could I probably wouldn't.
I've not enough passion left to break away
From the endless fields that block
The path I've fashioned from your remains,
For there's no more ideal for me to stalk.
So I stay disillusioned by repetition
And I keep entertained by a lie.
And although an intrusion into my inhibitions
Might break it, the pain never dies!