February 27th, 2012
I keep swinging at something,
That which keeps knocking me unconsciously.
So I bleed and exceed all the dreams that never came.
I guess I'm a sleeping fighter,
Longing to be a sleeping beauty.
An illustrious beauty that even sleep can't create.
So I'm sleeping restlessly and I'm knocking out all hope of love or passion.
I guess I dreamed too damn hard, and never woke from the bloodbath of escaped dreams.
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