Let me
dream of
beasts
in bed.
Let me
swallow
the blackness
of delusion again.
Let me
listen to
the
quiet sound
of your heart
b
e
a
t
i
n
g
as I
drift
off
into a
land of
perpetual
tranquility.
Drifting
and
drifting
and
drifting
once
more.
I find
myself
falling
into an
arbitrary
rabid
battle
with
myself.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
And
then
suddenly
Stop.
No.
I don't wish to stop.
My
eyelids
open
to frantically
scan my
new surroundings,
that
is yet another
illusion of
myself.
Is this where I belong?
No.
I don't wish to stop.
I don't wish to stop.
I don't wish to stop.
I don't wish to stop
without you.
Don't
let me
fall
until
the
placid
sound
of
your
heart
b
e
a
t
i
n
g
falls flat.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
Let me
dream of
beasts
in bed.
Let me
swallow
the blackness
of delusion again.
Let me
listen to
the
quiet sound
of your heart
b
e
a
t
i
n
g
as I
drift
off
into a
land of
perpetual
tranquility.
Drifting
and
drifting
and
drifting
once
more.
I find
myself
falling
into an
arbitrary
rabid
battle
with
myself.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
And
then
suddenly
Stop.
No.
I don't wish to stop.
My
eyelids
open
to frantically
scan my
new surroundings,
that
is yet another
illusion of
myself.
Is this where I belong?
No.
I don't wish to stop.
I don't wish to stop.
I don't wish to stop.
I don't wish to stop
without you.
Don't
let me
fall
until
the
placid
sound
of
your
heart
b
e
a
t
i
n
g
falls flat.
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