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My eyes should rest
And so should I
I am so tired of this, at all
I want to feel alive again
At least for once
That would be nice
The dawn isn’t close enough,
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.
All my beloved ones made me suffer burning pain.
My soul was bleeding so I promised not to fall in love again.
Last month I broke my promise though I knew it was insane.
I’ve travelled at the speed of light towards your heart.
We hear each other breathing long distances apart.
Every day is basically the same.
We’ve become hamsters in our own spinning wheels.
It’s the familiar, boring game.
We’re going round and round on our heels.
The world’s become a scarier place.
I had the strangest, most vivid dream.
I heard your voice, faintly somewhere in the distance,
yet my phone was still off and charging.
Was it my imagination?
Was my mind playing tricks on me again?
I’ve learned a lot
just from your betrayal.
No wonder trust is expensive.
No point in calling me paranoid.
I’ve added more bricks to my wall,
Tell you what?
They’ll suggest that accept
that this has never been a perfect world.
One way or another,
we’re all bound to hurt,
so just deal with it.
If people are completely different,
Living together is tiring and difficult.
Who is in your picture,
Your music, films and literature?
What is true and what is false?
I don’t know the answers just because
They all say the same cliché:
“It’s better to have loved than none at all.”
Our story had been short and not worth it,
yet I’ve been cursed with this ability;
this giant elephant memory.
What did that elephant ever do to you?
You’re no human,
such a horrible monster(s),
feeding her with a pineapple,
filled with active firecrackers.
This is why Time Machine is only fiction
You can only look back
to search for what you’ve lacked:
Words you should’ve said…
I think I’ve run out of sedatives
just to numb the pain within.
I know, they can be addictive,
but I can’t deal with my feelings.
These days, they can be overwhelming.
