The magician.

I feel the air leave my lungs
The puncturing wound is a new one
Left by a silent theif that visited me/ in the depth of my deepest dream
He took my dreams
Like a magician added light and color
Hues I never knew exsisted
But like a magician it was just a trick
An illusion and a false view of reality
My dreams had been heightened and shattered
Why would he pretend w/ me?
Were we putting on a play for his amusment?
By act two I was out the picture
Standing backstage behind the light
Watching as he begun a dance with another as he had done w/ me and so many before me