Sleeping Beauty
The sticks I pull to the clouds I release
Will never satisfy the taste I crave
Awaiting true loves embrace
To wake me up from the endless slumber
Helpless and empty, hopeless and vanity
Happiness seems so far away and so close
The constant thoughts in my head scrambles my brain.
Is love real?
Am I supposed to find it or will it find me
The pain keeps me sedated
Eyes open, eyes closed
Darkness is all I see
The motions keep me under
Blind to see the beauty
I rest in high places and yet I'm still falling
I've meet the devil
He has brown eyes and soft lips
The whispers influence death and despair
They say to give up, there's nothing left
I reside in the trenches of my mind as the intruder takes over
May I wake from my suspension to internalize life's beauty
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