I look into the realest eyes, the realest eyes of all
And sometimes I stare into the ceiling
That never talks back
And the greatest honor is looking into your eyes
Knowing that there is mercy in the stars
And truly I'm not dead yet
But someday I will be
And all the memories will dread my name
For my name carries weight;
Will you live to see me die,
Or will you live to see me in limbo?
For I am never against love, but love is against me
And somehow I make it to the end
With white sheets in sunshine
I wrestle with my thoughts
And a terrifying past awakens me
And I am willing to risk it all for you
For whose naked body is it
That you desperately want to bury?
For my big mouth will never tell your confession
I solemnly promise, yet do I swear?
For the devil's body is bare;
I feel nothing, for I am so numb
The ceiling has lost...
For the realest eyes begin to disappear
And the sunflower has died.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 25th, 2024 00:15
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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