Eons of sleep would be a vacation
When will slumber take me away
But if hell exists
This would be it
Eternity of wanting
And no hint of a touch
Writhing second by day
And then the news comes
Its fatal
With lightspeed I depart
I watch from a distance
At your eyes so clear
so blue
so loving
so beautiful
And they'll never be mine
Never will they gaze with wonder into my own
They look at me with emptiness
No hope or love
And I am forced to accept it
But no one will listen
no one will care
no one wants to hear my pain or sorrow
And so I type to relieve myself
With your eyes as inspiration
And misery my companion
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