At day he sleeps
At night he awakes
In front of blank paper
he waits…
As I scratch that paper
Ink bleeding from my pen
He touches every wound
leaving his stamp…
I fear his control
His power to move my hand
I wander in a jungle of words
but cannot spell the end…
Through hypnotizing times
Only he made me think
As laughter only floats
my tears could sink…
Ocean-deep
My thoughts never sleep…
People I hurt
And those who hurt me
All meet at the same point
All share one word
A name never called…
Strange nostalgia
Though he’s never missed
Every time he’s gone
doesn’t last too long…
Spent the night in his arms
He came back again
Like a faithful lover…
Pain.
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