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2010-02-09 | |
Woke up with the absence of light in my weary eyes.
The magical happenings in our mind are just silent noise.
I used to believe in faith,
But the chances we destroy seem to be less poise.
I seem to be out of place,
Lost in a tunnel thatâ€™s like an endless black hole;
Sucking me towards beginnings, making me go insain slowly,
Trying to picture your eyes in my head, to feel once more whole.
He canâ€™t paint words quite as good as you
But at least he doesnâ€™t colour me blue inside
Until Iâ€™ve lost my breath for good.
Sometimes I wish I had erased my mind â€“maybe I should
Donate my childhood to those who donâ€™t know
What dying in emotion is.
I say emotion everytime to fill up the void
Of that word I never seem to pronounce.
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