I see our last night's reflection
At the surface of every new day,
I try to trash all your actions
Feeding me with that gently play.
But the thoughts are sitting by the sun,
They need this space and this giddy height,
Lowering me to the darkness of the ground
And clinging to my memory of the blind light.
And I'm burning with such ruthless feelings,
My mind is unwilling to let them go away
Forcing my soul to become thrilling
With a mad passion for your invisible state.
And with each new hated morning
I attempt to kill my thoughts of you,
But they have become an extension of my mode,
Leading me to die in the past day where we were true.
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