Surreal

There are no tears,
There is no yanking into what was,
Maybe it was all but illusion,
For love I feel,
exists in delusional fantasies.

There is no feeling,
Like the dark half of the sky,
Reddish above,
Darkening shadows below,
Something is being broken,
Somewhere deep inside.

The works of the universe,
So diverse than science itself,
Can shake faith ,Deep into the blood.
No theory, no logic,
There is no questioning.

There aren't no more words,
For they fail,
There are no masks anymore,
Or a veil,
There is this distance,
Which says, 'we are not so far away.'

It's strange though,
There is nothing left,
For as near you are, you are still apart.

There is no solace,
To this sinking feeling,
But if you must,
You must as well sing,
And see if it sinks,
Wonder what lies at the bottom.

Pondering quietly,
Grabbing the pillow,
Lying and hiding,
The invisibles dying.

How long will this be? ,
The good is okay,
The bad is okay too,
There's no feeling.

There are no tears,
There are no tears,
There is no yanking into what was,
Maybe it was all but illusion,
For love I feel,
Truly exists in delusional fantasies.