and in the end the sky was falling
raining hot upon my face
your eyes were fading light to dark
and deepness found its proper place
i watched you lean softly against it
the swollen oak beside the door
relaxed and calm
wounded and burnt
but still your eyes rested on me
scared to death to find an outlet
your soul has searched so long
so long
but only for me
the thoughts of you do not exist
within your world of fantasy
to have oneself mean so little
reminds me of the sacred time
when joy was something that was given
although i took it
and i've fallen through the gaping hole
where nothing matters anymore
moonbeams fall upon my eyelids
but so far away am i to see
my insides float and sink so freely
but i must contain my inner self
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