Chimera On Display. Poem by Lori Bergman

It's no longer dark, though.. not when the only light left... Sits buried in chest, within so few. That part you can't get over. Sadly, we can't see our own light, so things are just this ominous gray blue.
Unbeknownst to who, the eyes of another always hold true. This world. It resembles darkness but feels somewhat new. Like how a lie rolls off the tongue when you know it be not true. It's just an illusion though, so different from that perfect scenario. So fleeting. Practically Dissolved. Never really existed. Take a look around everything's just so estuarine. Captiv-ating. Isn't it? By definition it holds us so. By design? Most certainly. Captive to some nefarious plan. Of some Women, some Man. Taken aback by my willingness to submit and... yet the undeniable urge to run carelessly into the flames to be devored in fight. Excuse my plight. What journey do thou speak of? There are no castles in the sky! Truth must merit some osspicions, but never resemble the lie. Must this be sane, or is it all in vain?