Blister and bruise
Suffering fool
In the silent oceans of sleep
Underwater where we can't breathe.
Quiet drags me down
Far into my sea of nothing.
Empty sheds upon my gaze
Revealing the days passed by.
Awake is but a dream
To sleep away what couldn't be.
Scar tissue and blood
And a means to a flood
Things can only last so long
In the empty eyes of no one.
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