So much noise in the back of my mind
Looking for the peace I never could find
I sit and stare across this empty space
Wishing I could fill it with a familiar face.
Lost inside these endless dreams
Relief is never as close as it seems
And with your breath upon my back
I run, full speed, into the black.
You shout my name, I turn around
But you are nowhere to be found
Fist full of hair I stumble down
Unto my knees as screams surround.
My voice is strangled, not my own
Beneath each fallen tear has grown
A tree with branches reaching high
Through these dreams into the sky.
But when I try to climb the limbs
An ominous, crippling storm begins
And from the trees I plummet down
And find myself upon the ground.
Heartbeat slows, fades in and out
Whisper fades, ghost of a shout…
And in my final breaths I see
Your smiling face looking down at me.
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