I'm too tired to look up
From my hands.
On them I see pictures
Like movies
Playing scenes I know i've seen.
My hands remind me of things
That once entranced me
But now seem like distant memories.
Memories that don't even
Belong to me.
Now the silent films
I watch on my palms
Hold me hypnotized.
Almost like the things
I watch on my hands
Which enamored me before.
But now my eyes
Have grown exceptionally heavy.
I can't divert my gaze
To any other projection
Or distraction.
My eyes are locked.
Stuck watching me
Mishandle myself without consideration
For the life that burned in me.
All i can do
is wait for my
eyes to close.
hopefully soon
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
I'm too tired to look up
From my hands.
On them I see pictures
Like movies
Playing scenes I know i've seen.
My hands remind me of things
That once entranced me
But now seem like distant memories.
Memories that don't even
Belong to me.
Now the silent films
I watch on my palms
Hold me hypnotized.
Almost like the things
I watch on my hands
Which enamored me before.
But now my eyes
Have grown exceptionally heavy.
I can't divert my gaze
To any other projection
Or distraction.
My eyes are locked.
Stuck watching me
Mishandle myself without consideration
For the life that burned in me.
All i can do
is wait for my
eyes to close.
hopefully soon
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