Illusive Eluding

Too surreal to be real

Let’s forget about playing

Let me hold truth to my face

Feed me proof

That I may have faith

Sip absolute of this platitude:

The truth lies in simplicity

It is beyond the flirt of alcohol

Staggering to reach you

The innocent lamb that you seem

The illusion so antiquated

That the slaughter-house now summons guilt

And I won’t wear blood on my coat

So forgive me of the doubt

That you have tempted me to fall

Because I want you to hold me

To kiss me and make me feel our truth