My head spins like a top
Out of control
Memories or thoughts
Sometimes it’s difficult to tell the difference
We dance this slow death
As if there is music
Even though the hall has been silent
For days
I sit looking for you longingly
Out of the window
Of my minds eye
Waiting for an eternity of loneliness
Far away you sit
Cuddled next to someone or something
That isn’t me
That isn’t real
Manufactured in my mind
Often days I lay wondering if it was a dream
Were you here?
Did I hold you?
Kiss your perfect lips?
They quenched my thirst for death so many times
I feel like waking
but I know I’m not dreaming
Not even nightmares are this real
They hurt nothing like this
Anguish as angelic repentance crying from the pits of Hell
As I sit in what I believe is a memory of so many goodbyes
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