He’s been there and now he’s here,
thinking that he could find himself,
but he lost his way, got caught up in,
flighty fantasies hazy misdirection’s.

A reckless lovers’ heartbroken vows,
and stinging vibes needless anxieties,
swept regretful lies under the covers.
Her lair was the devil’s playground.

Like a gnawing larcenous scavenger,
she created a trancelike incidence,
disrupting his cognitive intentions,
concealing a soul stripped of reality.

He closed the door, needed to breathe,
the quickest way to set himself free.
No more frets of worry and doubt,
those faithless hazes now left behind.