wastedwalrus
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jun 5, 2005
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I lie in bed
For hours it seems.
Thoughts fill my head
Clouding my dreams.
A hollow sound
I cannot hear,
May amplify
But won’t come near.
I raise a hand
But cannot move.
I lift my lids,
But can’t peer through.
Irony masks
The light of day.
Tragedy strikes
With full array.
It’s blissful when
You know your fate.
It’s soothing when
You know no hate.
But ignorance,
Or so it seems,
Replaces truth
With foolish dreams.
For hours it seems.
Thoughts fill my head
Clouding my dreams.
A hollow sound
I cannot hear,
May amplify
But won’t come near.
I raise a hand
But cannot move.
I lift my lids,
But can’t peer through.
Irony masks
The light of day.
Tragedy strikes
With full array.
It’s blissful when
You know your fate.
It’s soothing when
You know no hate.
But ignorance,
Or so it seems,
Replaces truth
With foolish dreams.
