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Open my eyes; it’s there in front of me
Take a deep breath; it’s all I can see
You were there, leading me on
Alone in the dark, now you’re gone
Dragged me under, right down deep
Left me there, for it to keep
With you gone, I walk alone
Struggling to see, trying to find home
Take a deep breath; it’s all I can see
You were there, leading me on
Alone in the dark, now you’re gone
Dragged me under, right down deep
Left me there, for it to keep
With you gone, I walk alone
Struggling to see, trying to find home
Literature
Hey Stranger
Hey stranger
Will you be my friend?
Not to keep me from falling
But to pick me up whenever I do
Will you be there
Not to guide me when I stray
But watch my back and pray
Will you be there
Not to fight my battles
But to warn me of the consequences
Will you be there
To celebrate my successes
And comfort me in my failures
Will you be there
At the end when I breathe my last
And remember me as I once was
Literature
Drowning
I reach my hand
And you grab it
I pull back and
Plead you to quit
I am drowning but I
Do not need you nearby
All you do is stop me
From sinking in the sea
I shout for you
And you reply
I try not to
Make you come by
I try again
You are not there
I cry instead
Does no one care?
I am drowning but I...
Get back!
No, hither
Attack!
I dither...
One more try, I'll
Show them the pain
No more fake smile
No more I'll feign
Why do they touch
My hand so cold
It is too much
I just withhold
I am drowning and I
Do not need them nearby
Literature
Metus
One flat night, the wind stilled itself like a breath held in the worst kind of anticipation; the moment when you realize, too late, that everything has gone wrong with every carefully laid plan. Every alibi come to naught in the face of something far too dark to even be given shape: gloried in the feverish tongues of those men who spread their crazed scripture to those who pass beneath their perches just out of reach.
Fear.
The word dances across the lips of the multitudes, washing away serenity and sense, slathering a coat of ashen sludge across our hearts and burrowing into the mind like some virulent maggot, squirming for that last litt
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