
The light at the end | your hope is just bend | thoughts of inclusion| are just an illusion |
Your notion of love | intimate touch tough | to stomach for an empty shell | deprived like hell | but still you dream of fusion | it’s just an illusion |
Outward looking, searching | for empty promise hunting | unavailable profusion | resulting in illusion |
And abuse and rape | sadly not on tape | my emptiness ever growing | bigger want, bigger knowing |
Inward looking | towards the little sparkling | of self-loving reality | turning into validity | eventually | illusion to profusion | of love
Mayola | 2020