eyes don't close
i suppose
when the sight is seen
in the mind
no sleep for the blind
distress is again
and again
and again
too much
when one ventures into
fainthearted realities
of love
eclipsed by
unexplained stagnation
as a distractive motion
against deeper sickness
it's a sad night
everything is a disease now
it's not even blank, it feels black
i cower
and hide behind
rainbows
and then bitch that i can't see indigo, violet
find solace in that while it
lasts
terrified of me now
this girl wanders out into words
light, anyone
screams so loud you'd never hear
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