An echo of a memory
drawn to it
dreams of it
it calls my name
With my eyes closed
before my eyes open
I already knew what the dream meant.
With my eyes still closed
I stare into the dark
holding onto the wisps of what's left
sieving through its remnants
My body is tense
Odd.
In the recesses of my mind
the scenes are replayed
An old film
over and again
black and white
the memories are relived
Whilst dreaming
they are shaped into many forms
different roles
different times
Yet
they feel just as real
They mean the same thing
Damn it!
Damn the broken record
Damn the replays
Damn the jammed button
This is frustrating
Heart is heavy
Worn
Though numbness is welcomed
it cannot be willed
Eyes flutter open
it adjusts to light
Make bed. Get up. Readies for the world. Have breakfast. Drive. "Hi how are you-s". Walks on. Day over. Drive. Back in room again. Alone. Free. Looks over shoulder.
There it is again...
Turns off the light.
Turns up the music.
and drowns in it.
dreams of it
it calls my name
With my eyes closed
before my eyes open
I already knew what the dream meant.
With my eyes still closed
I stare into the dark
holding onto the wisps of what's left
sieving through its remnants
My body is tense
Odd.
In the recesses of my mind
the scenes are replayed
An old film
over and again
black and white
the memories are relived
Whilst dreaming
they are shaped into many forms
different roles
different times
Yet
they feel just as real
They mean the same thing
Damn it!
Damn the broken record
Damn the replays
Damn the jammed button
This is frustrating
Heart is heavy
Worn
Though numbness is welcomed
it cannot be willed
Eyes flutter open
it adjusts to light
Make bed. Get up. Readies for the world. Have breakfast. Drive. "Hi how are you-s". Walks on. Day over. Drive. Back in room again. Alone. Free. Looks over shoulder.
There it is again...
Turns off the light.
Turns up the music.
and drowns in it.
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