Distorting into a distant phantom calling,
Erstwhile being - lifted while swiftly falling,
Desire burning at flesh - searing, turning,
Hate consumes all, for entity, yearning.
Sweet spirits carry me into obscured perceptions,
Of love, incadescent dreams prevailed by deception,
If self mattered then love would prove hallucinatory,
And the fantasy of soul's being visible - shant be just a story...