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Eyes Closed
07:36
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I still see the white glazed tiles that cross themselves in dark circles.
I still see a green soap and my mom’s beauty products.
I still see the toothpastes, the shower gels and the shampoos.
I still see you fighting, to let me succumb to my weakness.
And in this bubble we stay
to leech each other’s strength,
but I’ll never open my eyes
because I’ll never know where you went.
I still feel the hot water dripping down my back.
I still feel her arms above my shoulders.
I still feel her hands caressing my wet hair.
I still feel her hair waving down my arms.
And in this bubble we stay
to leech each other’s strength,
but I’ll never open my eyes
because I’ll never know where you went.
I still feel her heartbeat trying to keep up with my rushed one.
I still feel her breasts trembling spasmodically while she sobs.
I still feel the air she exhales crashing against my neck.
I still feel her lips kissing my collar-bone.
And in this bubble we stay
to leech each other’s strength,
but I’ll never open my eyes
because I’ll never know where you went.
So, when we meet in this bath again,
At least we can try to stay
until the water cleans our souls,
but one of us always runs away.
Just try to keep your eyes closed.
and trust in me in the dark
Just try to keep your eyes closed;
you might find out who you are.
Don’t dare to open your eyes;
you may realize I’m not there.
Don’t dare to open your eyes;
you’re not the only one who’s scared.
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I split myself to satisfy
a pair of broken parasites,
but I planted a sickened seed
and now I await flowering.
And how will I sew back my skin,
until I feel like I’m complete
again? I can’t find my heartbeat
with all the knots throughout my veins.
I know all our past illusions.
While I implored executions,
you shoved me new resolutions.
I paddle them up in my raft,
along this venous river’s tide,
to find out they've eaten my liver
and I have been drinking too much.
And, in the prime of my mistakes,
they chase me down with razorblades
to spread my guts on the causeway
like small slices of a grate soul.
I know all our past illusions.
While I implored executions,
you shoved me new resolutions.
They’re all coming with forks and knives!
Now I try to avoid the feast,
but I’m being served as a beef
of the most tender piece of meat
and they are eating me alive.
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