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Author: An Insomniacs Rebellion
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-03-05 - Updated: 03-03-05 - id:1849476

The pale ghost of light reflects off the shadow of hope that I hide beneath the blank mask that I don daily. I try to catch it, I try to glimpse itWe have to catch it we have to hold itbut it escapes my grasp, and I can't keep my hold on reality and grope for that glimmer of light all at once. The fragile glass of our mind is cracking and I can't see throughThe shades are drawn someone open the shadesthe window enough to watch the sun dawn. Spider veins of blue and purple slowly drip down my walls of freedomThey're going to rip our dream outand I try to erase them with the tip of a futile struggle among myself and my inner demons. I can't remember the last time I felt pain real enough to feelWe don't feel pain we never haveand I don't plan on making any memories to remember of pain that's worth feeling, when those good old dreams of a past I don't have fail meTheres no good dreams there’s only THE dreamlike the way he failed meUs, like the way she failed meUs .I sit here and wonder why the sand beneath my feet has turned roughFool its always been rough you just now notice it but WE always knewand why the soft white grains no longer sift through my fingertips. The water sprays and laughs and plays but underneath the crashing waves is a girl painfully crashing with themLIES you've always enjoyed crashingand helpless to stop the flow of destructive foam covering her slow rocking motions on the sea floor of broken homes and fallen angels. Darkness sweeps in, and we all look to the East for our comfort and our strength to get us through to the next morningMore lies you don't want the morning to comeand to the next trial life has waiting for us on the other side of the deep end. Your attempts to fly have failed and I can't lift you any higherYou don't want to lift anyone above yourselfthan you want to be lifted. You are reaching a hand out to me but your fist is closedYou're the one that closed itand I can't pull you back from wherever you are. Pull apart the links on the chainsShatter your whole worldand free yourself from everything that’s bound you to this place of foggy forgotten dreams and rainy days.



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