PART XI of Lost Romantics
no more sleep,
vision clouded like overcast skies,
words will kill,
but so will the lack there of.
I thought i was dying,
because of secret deceptions,
when really im breathing,
as you're frozen with lies.
How'd things end up this way,
the way i feared they would?
Dreams can be nightmares,
but my dreamcatcher didn't catch this.
So i'm looking for holes,
a gap in the design of things,
a mistake in a woven pattern,
or just a broken thread.
But i'm finding nothing different,
so tell me is this why the words have run down?
no more trust,
its a man-made pond run out of water,
its no reservoir,
it's just a false lake made for us to stare at.
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