My unexplicable dreams are syphoned through a water softener.
I toss and turn through the reveries
And all the while, you flicker, on and off.
You; the broken wire, hanging from my ear.
Sparking...
Bleeding...
Catching fire.
So Eloquently, my eyes roll back into my head
And I surround myself with pity and shame
Deep inside the glass room, with you watching.
You binoculars are no stronger than my microscope;
Expanding...
Reflecting...
Catching light.
To escape your glares and judgements,
I pull your shirt over my head.
It doesn't hide me, it merely detracts you,
who flickers, like the detached wire;
Sparking...
Bleeding...
Slicing my soul.
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