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*a black heart drowning in euphoria*

Transition of Consciousness

My greatest discomfort is the transition of consciousness;
Herein, my thoughts must ceasefire,
or begin to ravage me again…

As by my sinking eyelids I am forced to sleep,
Why must my busy heart retire along with them?

And as society requires me so,
I wake up with too much undone,
And not enough to feel alive.
It hurts my soul.

My greatest pain is this repeating ache…
…to feel alive or be unconsciously dead.
My greatest death is the transition of consciousness,
My graveyard is my bed.


This post is also published in xyldrae.deviantart.com

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  1. Pingback: At Peace With His Bed « Xonnette*Soul

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