This Time
Sometimes I just wait in sleep.
To see If I could press this button repeat,
and play over all the things around,
that have let me fall over in deceit.
And yet I enjoy this comforter on my skin,
it doesn't help me breath in this sin,
that has cascaded over me and stained my walls,
left me spiraling in this shawl.
Then I creak my mouth to speak,
but my sights are o so bleak,
that the strength to make a smile,
has left me weakened all this while.
And yet I failed to make this bed,
and not just get up with no head...
I fail to see with open blinds...
that this there is no light this time.
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