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My eyes are on fire
burning from behind.
The thoughts racing through my mind
giving the flames an endless supply
of food,
acting as the strongest kindling.
Consistently keeping them stinging,
I'm exhausted,
im tired.
I just want to lie and leave the pain
allow the sweet relief of sleep
to wash over me.
A cold tide to drown out the flames.
But i don't want to sleep.
I dont know why,
No matter how much the fire burns my eyes
im awake
and that's how i like to be.
What is being asleep,
if not wasting time?
My mind provides the thoughts keeping the flames alive
But i am the one who refuses to let them die.
The hurt
and they sting
and they scorch.
But none of this,
is reason enough
to rest my head on the pillow and close my eyes,
to settle and be whisked away
to lands beyond imaging with brighter skies.
To consent to being taken,
missing for hours and hours.
So i stay awake,
live with the flames.
And when people talk of the flicker in my eye
A ferocious hint of all i hide,
I smile and thank them,
all the while
hating and loving this fire inside.
Loathing its presence
But feeding its lie.
- This may be the worst thing I've ever written but its 2 am and I'm so tired but want to do everything BUT sleep for a thousand different reasons, most of which i can't really grasp.
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