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I have dreams of him His eyes are missing All flesh, pristine He's not looking but still seeing He cannot show but he guides me To the meadows I roam free Clear skies torn apart by sun rays Like it was always that way Our bodies glisten as they sway. He calls me in, a messenger I breathe him and he is medicine From the ghosts in my bedsheets From mosaics of grief I've seen And the shadows appear on the hilltops Trickling towards me like rain. Then stormy skies run like watercolour He is gone and darkness creeps in Bad dreams line the clouds of sleep From summer in the meadows to rough seas I see his face in my morning coffee And I pour him down the sink For I cannot swallow this feeling Knowing the visions belong to me. You haunt my dreams of places I will never visit People I will never meet In the background of each painting You're the stains on every seat You're the barbed wire round my heart You're the rotting in the woods You're the dark circles under my eyes I can't sleep because of you.
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
Bad dreams
I have dreams of him His eyes are missing All flesh, pristine He's not looking but still seeing He cannot show but he guides me To the meadows I roam free Clear skies torn apart by sun rays Like it was always that way Our bodies glisten as they sway. He calls me in, a messenger I breathe him and he is medicine From the ghosts in my bedsheets From mosaics of grief I've seen And the shadows appear on the hilltops Trickling towards me like rain. Then stormy skies run like watercolour He is gone and darkness creeps in Bad dreams line the clouds of sleep From summer in the meadows to rough seas I see his face in my morning coffee And I pour him down the sink For I cannot swallow this feeling Knowing the visions belong to me. You haunt my dreams of places I will never visit People I will never meet In the background of each painting You're the stains on every seat You're the barbed wire round my heart You're the rotting in the woods You're the dark circles under my eyes I can't sleep because of you.
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candynoire
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candynoire
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
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