Open, light aluminates my visionClosed, light aluminates my lidsOpen, darkness in omnipotent Closed; blackness enters my soulSleeping, Awake watching little kids playing with each otherHelping each other Lending a hand to othersListening for each other, walking forEach otherAwake, SleepingThis life cannot be accepted; but it hasSince time was timeOpen sores filled with blood and mud CryingTrying to hold on, this internal battle I grab on to the day I see your faceAnd all the fictive tales will dissipateLies will no longer exist; skin and blood are no longer, but in communion with you Then space manifests its self into solid formWords no longer are used to describe you But are used at the end of descriptive emotionAwake but still I sleepI sleep for you to awaken meWaken, I elude you Trapped
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Running through cornfields backwards naked
Running through cornfields backwards naked
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Running through cornfields backwards naked
Thinking of a majestic moment in life without an inlcination of influence
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