The colours of my dreams are hypnotic,
but the heart is chaotic.
My thoughts smell bitter sweet,
completely incomplete.
There's emptiness woven in the careless.
I'm content but helpless.
I fall for every wink, every smile,
falling an inch, a meter, a mile.
The bees don't stop buzzing in my ears.
Don't know if it's the future or the fears.
The creepy shadow creature is there all night,
watching me put up a fight
I close my eyes and forget to breathe.
The haunting of both reality and sleep.
My heart echoes with the hollow,
but the music in it fails to follow.
I lost a piece of my puzzle in the June rain,
hiding in a hut between the hurricane.
My brown eyes don't match the ones in the mirror,
but being unfazed by it is the real terror.
I chipped my nails while scratching my soul,
but now it's taking a toll.
I gave up feeling or I dont at all,
And I still can't stop the fall.
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