This Fantasy

Your words
They make me bleed slowly
Like tiny razor blades
They cut into my wrists
You hand me hope in a letter
Yet, you will not,
Cannot say your name
So how can I believe!

(Chorus)
Stop giving me a taste and pulling away
Stop trying to make me feel without a name
I did not ask for this
I did not want this fantasy

I wasn't scared after the first one
But the rest have ripped me
From my precarious balance
I felt sane again
I felt real again
You're taking that away from me
Stop trying to steal me
From me

(Chorus)

Days and months
They go by so slowly
I sit safe, in my world
Till the dove brings me another
Of your proclamations
Always, missing a name
Always a secret
I don't want your secrets!

(Chorus)
(Chorus)

I never asked for this...



By... Belynia Isithrandil

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 351 AF.