By catharses
Date: 2001 Sep 25
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[[2001.09.25.19.21.17572]]

Daylight

Daylight pulses like the onset of a migraine waste,
throbbing its colors in shadow strung mistakes
as I smile a smile too full of broken glass
in an effort to hide my disintegrating disguise.
"Im fine, really." echo's so hollow in this dark,
of which I have found too much of late.
As i spend my time, make my day, fear the night
afraid to sleep, for what I may encounter
as my eyes close, as my subconscious awakens,
letting slip from lock and key, opening wide all my secrets
and letting you back in again to shred all thats left
of what I am and ever belived.