The illusion was far better than the reality

I lived the reality

The dream was where I survived

The reality was where i died

His death merged the two

Making me want the reality to be the illusion and the illusion to die

His last breathe, was my first, in the transition from illusion to reality

Save me? He never did

Save him? I wanted to shoot myself to the beginning of the line

Heaven or hell I had to make sure that he would be ok

That he would not be hurt

That he would be safe

Who thinks that?

What child thinks that?

Broken and disillusioned I was willing to try to beat him to his destination

Sacrifice myself

Crazy truth…but it’s my reality

The illusion is better than the reality

The reality is where I died