The Killer Player

She is dressed in pleasure, butpure loneliness once she is naked.
It is full of abstract and idealistic thoughts.
She is intense pleasure without depth.

Like the empty cup of coffee, that you serve sometimes for feeling company.

She gives you shells of emotion, a false sense of power,
where you don't have control. You can see her in your own hypocrisy.
the denial and fear of facing the hangover of your truth.
She is the mirage of what could be.

Like an improvised ashtray full of treads.

She is distraction, in your moment of introspection
with cold mind.
She is poison that dominates
for sweet moments of enjoyment.
She is the voluntary band covering the eyes of reason.

Like the orgasms of the lover who leaves before dawn, but whom you leave to return anytime.

She is an ephemeral satisfaction, which leaves painful memories.
With her you are a victim, others see you as a victimizer.
And you, you just won't see yourself, because of the drunkenness that her refuge gives you.

She is like playing hide and seek. A game where:

You find yourself
Or, you get lost
Definitely...

She is the addiction, the mortal player.