Illusion Of Delight Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The ghost of october.
It makes me so damn sober.
With words it's just over.
The fire, the sassy little flame that dances before me.
It sings of unknown fortunes to be told.
Gripping life with a choke hold.
I am destiny.
Come on just breath it in with me.
Oxygen, scented with the dirt and trees.
A world of how things could be.
I'm willing to give it shot.
It's all I got.
One more kiss and this is it.
At one time we did imagine it.
At one time we all have lived it.
It being the creature with all of these unusual habits.
Look there goes the rabbit down a shallow looking hole.
Come on lets go after.
So much fun, under, over, intermingle inbetween.
Just dance with me baby.
A rhythm set on repeat.
A sigh then scream.
A little itty bity voice laughter then.
A tear drops fall in agony.
The pain of infamy.
I can still hear those words, god she is so pretty.
But who exactlly is it I wonder as we meet.
She says take a seat, and let me tell you a little about me.
A god given mind, a purpose behind those tiny blue eyes.
With how many words can I describe.
My illusions of delight.