Haunting me in my dreams
It's meant to deceive, yet all I'll beleive
Makeshift pain and false memories
To which dances my heart which longes to part
Images in the dust and continuous rust
A small door to the world of pretend
Eyes held shut over this world of smut
Your eyes held open and it's dark again
From the darkness to the light
To where my heart longes for sight
In my life, in my strife
To which my heart holds it's Light
In my face, the soul that's traced
Mourning nothing in the dreams of nowhere
Mourning nothing in the dreams of somewhere
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