Darkened dioramas seen through fading sight,
Wistful shadows of tormented light.
Twilight sifting through waking dreams,
Leaving me bare and clutching at seams.
We once flew on high with spirits of air,
We made light with the sun without a care.
Now I live only at night, sleeping through life,
Disgusted by struggle and sickened by strife.
Living for death but only dying my hair,
Heaven cancelled for the rain in the air.
So I gather my strength and I wish for the power to heal,
But when I give her my heart she says the magic just steals.
I've traded my eyes for a vision of sight,
And traded my soul for a photo of light.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 7:12 PM UTC
Darkened dioramas seen through fading sight,
Wistful shadows of tormented light.
Twilight sifting through waking dreams,
Leaving me bare and clutching at seams.
We once flew on high with spirits of air,
We made light with the sun without a care.
Now I live only at night, sleeping through life,
Disgusted by struggle and sickened by strife.
Living for death but only dying my hair,
Heaven cancelled for the rain in the air.
So I gather my strength and I wish for the power to heal,
But when I give her my heart she says the magic just steals.
I've traded my eyes for a vision of sight,
And traded my soul for a photo of light.
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