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It's late afternoon The sky bleeds purple As buildings claw at its fabric December breathes coldly And I feel them as if they are tempests I can see every crack on the pavement Hear the footsteps of the ebbing crowd As if they are thunderclaps I feel all And they are all mine I am awake It's evening Streetlamps flicker like flames The houses are dead silent And what my gaze befalls is my own But I am nothing and everything The horizon is but a blanket Of a little piece of the universe Sometimes it feels good to be small So that the world will be but a giant blur As if in a dream I am sleeping It's finally night The most beautiful face of the day For every time I close my eyes I scatter jewels beneath my eyelids I paint the silver crescent of the moon on the dome of my skull And I find peace in the dark where others find fear In the absence of heaven's eye Angels sing me to sleep with cherubic lullabies While my mind grasps at the vastness of the universe And I have found the greatest escape I am alive. It's quiet. This is the only happy I will ever be.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
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It's late afternoon The sky bleeds purple As buildings claw at its fabric December breathes coldly And I feel them as if they are tempests I can see every crack on the pavement Hear the footsteps of the ebbing crowd As if they are thunderclaps I feel all And they are all mine I am awake It's evening Streetlamps flicker like flames The houses are dead silent And what my gaze befalls is my own But I am nothing and everything The horizon is but a blanket Of a little piece of the universe Sometimes it feels good to be small So that the world will be but a giant blur As if in a dream I am sleeping It's finally night The most beautiful face of the day For every time I close my eyes I scatter jewels beneath my eyelids I paint the silver crescent of the moon on the dome of my skull And I find peace in the dark where others find fear In the absence of heaven's eye Angels sing me to sleep with cherubic lullabies While my mind grasps at the vastness of the universe And I have found the greatest escape I am alive. It's quiet. This is the only happy I will ever be.
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denise-ann
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
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