When fantasy and dream become confused

When  others acts push splinters through our souls
And into strangers ears we pour our woes..
When grief and sorrow shudder through our walls.
And whether all is lost we cannot know

When what is in or out we cannot tell
Then fantasy and dream become confused.
When darts of agony are felt to maim each cell.
When sensibility is utterly bemused.

He,in whom I to trusted, willed to fail
For what he  claimed  was friendship  was desire.
Now pain and disappointment make  me frail;
In torment know this person was a liar.

Then, having lost all other means to live,
We turn to darkness where our consolation is.

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