The day comes
The evening comes
and eyes wide open.
I was never a chooser
always in need of affection
not looking for that kind of attention.
The wind changes,
about the same time every year
and so does my heart
without little explanation.
My laughter changes
and so does the spark for these eyes.
Always the sound of dead cries,
until the light shines and old faces apear.
Switch into comfert
a dissociation in which I find
myself feeling nothing for no one
Not even myself.
Not even myself.
Smiles look all the same to me
Smiles are just a silly expression
with no desire of affiliation.
Still it finds itself amoungst its peers.
Silly faces
Silly choices
All one big voice
No remorse.
In need of sleep
is what I feel
and yet I've been asleep for years.
Dead,
Except for my own imagination.
I need to wake up
and close these eyes.
Love is the only thing alive to me now.
It shatters the heart
and releases the soul.
Love is the only thing that makes you feel,
a comfterable love,
a blood moving real.
Still the light pours in,
day after day.
It crawls thru this bed
and I see the dust dance in the air
and again
everything is so surreal.
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