Sleep To Disappear

A Boy With Roses

Too tired to function, I'm breaking down. Too tired to function, I'm conflicted. My heart never listens. The day turns me into molten liquid, powered in worlds of levitation. Blurry-eyed when I'm red with inflammation. Hypnotised, powerless in transcendence. Ruptured under the magnetic spell of hedonism. I cast a blank stare with my vacant eyes, through the darkwood and the evergreen. In lonely moments of reflection, I hear your voice in my head. Dehydrated, I can't quench the thirst. Hungover when I wake up. I look at the clock and go back to bed, praying everything will be alright. In dreams of you I feel peace, feelings caught between my teeth. Euphoria when I'm sober, crying when I'm intoxicated on love. In blue skies of sadness I can't explain the pain, never ending torture. In dark rooms of confessions the night unfolds from the music, softly I listen.  

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2021 16:45
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