I don't want to close my eyes tonight,
Afraid that what it'll bring - will be a fright.
To be able to control memories well,
Where I can see that we never really fell.
The key to reaching oblivious thought,
An impossibility -- for the lock is naught.
There's no paint thick enough to coat life,
There is no truth within our own lies.
I wish the truth were phrased poetically.
But if it were so pleasant to the ear,
it would be functioning impractically,
For reality was always meant to bring a tear.
I don't want to close my eyes tonight,
My mind will distort memories illogically,
I'll be alone with us when emotions were alright,
Before I forbid our poem appeared symmetrically...
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
I don't want to close my eyes tonight,
Afraid that what it'll bring - will be a fright.
To be able to control memories well,
Where I can see that we never really fell.
The key to reaching oblivious thought,
An impossibility -- for the lock is naught.
There's no paint thick enough to coat life,
There is no truth within our own lies.
I wish the truth were phrased poetically.
But if it were so pleasant to the ear,
it would be functioning impractically,
For reality was always meant to bring a tear.
I don't want to close my eyes tonight,
My mind will distort memories illogically,
I'll be alone with us when emotions were alright,
Before I forbid our poem appeared symmetrically...
