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I find myself tormented at night eyes bloodshot staring at the light pupils drying out, attempting to remove your image so perfectly painted on my eyelids every evening no matter how many tears rush out, your watermark isn't leaving dreams destined for nightmarish turns as the light dries and burns the windows to my soul that you seem to have taken hold claimed stake in the dreams I create tainted every release I find in these sheets with altered memories and distorted perceptions I let my mind's projection paint the perfect image of your essence yet time and time again I fail to see my presence I see the hands of a man running along the skin that I once embraced so dearly the image blurred at first, comes together so clearly as you draw near to me his hands defiling the trust between us as you utter his name in the same sacred tone you used for mine in our home I feel myself tormented at night, destroying the image of you all alone only to find myself in the same struggle, when the moon comes around and the night draws silent hoping and dreaming to remove you from my eyelids
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
Eyelids
I find myself tormented at night eyes bloodshot staring at the light pupils drying out, attempting to remove your image so perfectly painted on my eyelids every evening no matter how many tears rush out, your watermark isn't leaving dreams destined for nightmarish turns as the light dries and burns the windows to my soul that you seem to have taken hold claimed stake in the dreams I create tainted every release I find in these sheets with altered memories and distorted perceptions I let my mind's projection paint the perfect image of your essence yet time and time again I fail to see my presence I see the hands of a man running along the skin that I once embraced so dearly the image blurred at first, comes together so clearly as you draw near to me his hands defiling the trust between us as you utter his name in the same sacred tone you used for mine in our home I feel myself tormented at night, destroying the image of you all alone only to find myself in the same struggle, when the moon comes around and the night draws silent hoping and dreaming to remove you from my eyelids
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
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