I hate the light that shines on me,
The imperfections it can see,
I welcome Nyx’s soft embrace,
Her soothing cold and hateless face,
I would that she forever stay,
In sleep there’s peace,
I fade away.

I don’t give a **** about you,
This is all a ******* lie,
My name’s not dancing on your lips,
Yet your words keep me alive.

I once remembered how to lie,
Deceit myself,
And slowly die.
I think it’s time to take a chance,
Maybe I’ll ask her for that dance.

I don’t love you anymore,
I haven’t for years.

The pain’s gone,
Nothing’s left but a scar of my mistake,
Of yours.

I hold a photo of you and recognize no one;
Nothing.

The pain’s gone;
The love and hate,
The sorrow,
You’re nothing but a déjà vu now.

You’re wearing nothing,
A sweater I’ve owned for ages,
Born a wild itchy thing,
It hated me,
Yet years have taught us both,
Kindness and compassion,
Patience,
And now it soothes,
Your skin.

The music plays in the background,
And I can feel your arms tense around my back,
But I do not reciprocate,
I set you free within my embrace,
So close,
Yet not close enough.

I laid on my bed and let the sun peeking through the wooden shutters kiss my forehead.

I sighed and thought:
Life is hard,
But in this moment,
Happiness is the breeze coming through my window.

What is wake,
If not a sleep’s dream?

Reality,
A storm of feelings.
And after,
Calm.

The bed,
She welcomes,
Always.

What is sleep,
if not a wake’s dream?