open eyes

I wonder what it would be like,
to sit out and delete,

sit out and delete;

cruel memories concepted,
in the darkness of conceit,
echoes manifesting,
sick voices in my sleep,
collected impressions,
more than skin deep,
familiar neglect and insistent disbelief,
stolen innocence by a demon thief.

I wonder what it would be like,
to set up and see,

set up and see;

faith correlate with fate,
into the truest degree,
feeling respect full,
without all the narcissistic deceit,
witness leading shadows fade,
by the light of the sea,
hearts not playing truant,
or laying souls bare to low self esteem.

I wonder what it would be like,
to wake up in the morning

wake up in the morning;

without having lost any dreams
open my eyes to a reality,
in which i truly believe,
enough motivation,
to even want to live,
no longer ache or call,
for my spirit to leave,
with highs and hopes instead of endless defeat.

ink is free, so...

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