This isn't anger. This isn't wishful thinking. This is reiteration.

[mikemert]

“The Ellipsis Fallacy”

Step from the platform to an arrival at lower standards.
Rush towards nothing, with a one-way ticket
Today is nothing, more than self re-assurance.
These are the days we forget when life is worth living.

You are nothing more than a figment of what I know I can have;
A glimpse into the past of what I used to be:
a simple creature with simple wishes.

The stage is now set.

My kiss will taste of copper
My touch, fire upon your skin.
Sweet surrender to desire
Eyes vivid and bright
I am darkness in light;
The faceless lover in your emotionless dreams.

Seduction can be murder;
A crime of passion whose victims die slow,
A coronary virus forever penetrating the soul.
All who feel its caress can never have enough;
They are damned
For the moment is already gone.