unreality

I have a secret obsession
oh, my most cherished possession.
a little bit of magic
satisfies my taste for the tragic

takes me to another place
the look of bliss upon my face
if I were meant to be
less that completely free

I would not pursue her
but try to see right through her
because the lie is held within
her pale and perfect skin

someday we'll have to face
the unreality of this place
but for another day
I will look the other way