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ROOM OF DREAMS 91 My eyes are closed I almost don’t breath I live alone In a room of dreams And when the thought Comes to me I decide To go free Can’t see ways on Don’t want to go back Can’t stay here Fades to black..... Between the fear of living now And joy to be alive I’ve been watching, always waiting Existing to survive Can’t stop thinking or the sense There’s nothing here to hold on to Stagnant in inertia and the Quicksand I am sinking through Show me where you stand or kneel Why you do and how Explain by touch the way you feel What you don’t know can kill you now Come away and stay away Forget everything but this This moment is Time and lasts forever Nobody need ever know The way you chose to fall Taking off the blindfold now And nothing changed at all..... Yesterday’s history comes to this This is really all there is Watching people a hundred more Leave me lonelier than before Just ONE idea I had today That no -one really finds their way Nothing we say or try to do Makes any difference to me or you Some run around, give trust and care But when they have need, there’s no-one there It’s like leaving a film before we see How we’d wish the other to be Some love in pain for they know and feel An open heart will never heal Your kind a world away from mine And neither side will cross the line Weeping the sweetness, bitterness, ecstacy Down into these endless days Raiding the memory for one tiny hope Forever has always meant always ‘I want to live, I don’t want to live’ I thought someone’d understand My love is curse that has been sent by God And it’s torn away out of my hands Her eyes make me go chasing the thrill Her eyes cut chill to the spine Staring aglow in her heat and ashine Those eyes could make me just kill And it’s summoned to life by just looking on I’m dying and I know I’m alone Piece by part, removing myself These clothes are slowly outgrown NOW AWAKE, GET OUT OF SLEEP NOW THE DREAM IS GONE CRY OR RUN, RUN OR CRAWL COUNTING DOWN TO ONE... Today’s too clear to look at long Does this make any sense? All’s alive, same time in me Obsessed with the experience It feels like this for all the time No inbetween of any kind To the horror of what happens next Learning from the side effects...... ///Another horrible taste of honesty from the depressed side of the gloom. I need to write one of these several times a year before it writes me./// |