Eyes closed in a restless clinch
To memories lost and words misspoken
Holding on to what appears like inch
Of miles of dreams and love unspoken
Frantic screams and a violent flinch
From pain and dread and lies outspoken
Looked for peace yet drowned in a binge
Of made up hopes and lies soft-spoken
Numb to the dreadful burning singe
Of truth so bright and ache foretoken
Life on the edge of a desolate fringe
Where words are sweet and hearts are broken
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