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Awoke last night in the deadest of hours From a visionless sleep And in that deadest of hours I began to weep Perhaps it was the emptiness of the night That caused the rivers in my eyes to flow Perhaps it was my sick heart that decided to explode But when the blackness I saw was the back of my eyes And no longer the complete lacking of light My mind revealed this scene to me: Standing naked in the mirror Flickering candles Dancing shadows My lover behind me, drawing nearer Holding me warm, close, tight, safe A kiss on the back of my neck A fire inside, I need you Stay A sharp knife starts to cut The kind of sharp not felt at first My lover worked to filet my flesh Dripping me hot, red, open, scared He backed away and watched, repulsed I wrapped my wounds, a slowing pulse... Saved from my nightmare By morning demands My head knows, Please help my heart understand
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Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 8:29 AM UTC
The Dead Hour
Awoke last night in the deadest of hours From a visionless sleep And in that deadest of hours I began to weep Perhaps it was the emptiness of the night That caused the rivers in my eyes to flow Perhaps it was my sick heart that decided to explode But when the blackness I saw was the back of my eyes And no longer the complete lacking of light My mind revealed this scene to me: Standing naked in the mirror Flickering candles Dancing shadows My lover behind me, drawing nearer Holding me warm, close, tight, safe A kiss on the back of my neck A fire inside, I need you Stay A sharp knife starts to cut The kind of sharp not felt at first My lover worked to filet my flesh Dripping me hot, red, open, scared He backed away and watched, repulsed I wrapped my wounds, a slowing pulse... Saved from my nightmare By morning demands My head knows, Please help my heart understand
jen-ayala
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Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 8:29 AM UTC
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