My void filled with rotten lies and cursed bones

I ask you to let go

Go to the deserted mountains and hollow desert

Far away from your chain of silken scarfs

Far away from my addiction to your sensuous scars

I try to fly

Fly with broken limbs and blind eyes

I can feel that fluffy sunshine

On my squashed heart and ghost valleys

But your footsteps echo

Click clack, click clack

Like cotton candies descending on my aghast mind

Mesmerizing and addictive

Invisible strings pulling me back

Into green ghettos and naked illusions

I am free yet caged

Unable to take flight into the unknown

Into perfection

Into ne plus ultra.


(Ne plus ultra: From Latin  (not) plūs (more) ultrā (beyond) meaning the ultimate, perfection)