A golden deer with green eyes,
I wanted to own it,
From where I stood it was perfection,
Deaf ear to a friend’s warnings
I began to run to capture the beauty…
The Chase was Incredible,
Deer looked like it wanted to be hunted down…
Enthusiasm on top gear
Sling tightened; arrows sharpened
Raised my bow with the arrow aimed…
Not knowing my arrow was a boomerang
I let go…
I have hurt the Deer, the Bowyer and the Fletcher
We all formed a throbbing circle,
Vicious and poisonous like a snake eating its own tail…
Spitting poison on itself; Hungry for more…
I was still standing there…
Poison slowing down my reflexes…
Not wanting to kill the Deer
Wanting to undo the pain
Wasn’t the deer hurt by the arrow?
Then how come my heart is bleeding?
I still see that Golden Deer standing there…
Mesmerizing me with its magic…
All I still see is Perfection…
What kind of a mirage is this?
The thirst feels real,
So does the quenched thirst.
Only; to be thirsty for more… and some more…
Deer’s face glowing
Reflecting the golden lights
Me dumbfound staring
In to the mirage that’s holding up like a mirror
Showing me images of what I can’t have,
What I should not desire
My most favorite moments
Haunting me down…
I thought I aimed the arrow at the deer
But the sharp end was turned to me.
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