Letting you pass my force field
Comes with its own baggage,
Learn to decipher between
My real and fake grins
Before you say you know me;
As knowing me and staying after
Are two battles
I wouldn’t blame you for forfeiting.
You would not tolerate the thought
Of feeling sorry for me ,
If you were aware
That at this very moment,
In a pocket dimension,
There’s a tug of war
On whats best for me;
As I let the thought
Of fighting for you
Drift in and out the threshold
Of existence.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Art by:Â Lemmy-X
O.D. 