Life’s too raw for my fantasies
the goggles I’ve crafted in pink diamond
to suit my farsighted terrors.

I can’t take them off right now,
on the brink of collapse
like the Carthage to your Rome.

You won, you beat me,
you brought me to my knees
breaking down the barriers of trust I’d built for you.

And here I am, a sorry result,
wiped off any of your maps,
draining into the sea, a sorry ruin.