I bind with sleep in the depth of my mind,
Where I find, and attempt to keep, treasures of mine:
Time wasted, feelings faded,
All the love,
And all the hatred,
Which rise and decline
As chills down my spine.
I lie to myself awake,
Open-mouthed and feeling
For Feeling's sake.
It sends me reeling
Destroyed, irate
With the coy dealings
Of Fate.
I die, and die, until left with only life
To face until truly late.
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