Virtuality.

You're the Devil
And I can't escape
from the glare of your eye
or the light that you bewitch me with,
in your unusual atmosphere.
You glow,
and convince me that you're
not just a dream-
That you're the reality
I've always craved
but truthfully
never indulged in.
You danced for me,
and I took you by the hand;
we danced for years,
and it felt promising:
Your touch was so warm,
so comforting that-
it felt harmless,
and I was enraptured.
But you grabbed that hand
and pulled me
In-
you pulled me close-
So close, that I choked-
inferior to your invisible strength.
I saw you, but I could not see
that you were the falsification
of my dreams/
the introduction of my nightmares.
You sang for me,
and I listened
Your tune was upbeat and I
danced,
for you,
danced once more,
Until I could no longer.
Until your music
became sour, and I saw that
you continued to play
but I heard differently.
You yelled as I
stepped
off-beat,
off-rhythm,
the pace
was too
quick
And I ached
for rest.
You, continued.
You, beckoned.
You, led.
I, could not follow.
I, did not follow.
I, slipped.
You sighed.

I, tore from you.

You're the devil
and I can escape
from the glare that was your eye
and that light that you bewitched me with.
I'm in my usual atmosphere; your reversed reality.
You still glow,
and you draw others near,
to your fantasy-land
and darkness world
Your ballroom floor
and masquerade trap.
You offered me your hand,
and you danced,
and danced.
But,
I can no longer feel
that warmth you once had.
You burn,
bitter;
I watched you from afar.
Distance is better
in our dance.
I'll always see you,
but I won't come close
to, that
ugliness,
that is you-
and that world,
you never saw.
I,
Away from the night
of one temptation
of a solemn song
and a hand
that offers
a dance.