Tortured Screams, Silent Tease

Thoughts of you still dawn on me

Slink into my lucid dreams

Some so real, I feel your grasp

That is where my mind does lapse


These feelings are so bitter-sweet

Stuck inside my heart, they creep

Such a poor, pathetic soul

This push and pull is getting old

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