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[myeyebreaking]

During the uncertain
hours of morning I find
myself suffocated;

the deep voice of daylight rising
up off a glorious scale to greet
me with its sinewy tone of betrayal.

And as almost to replace the dreams
stolen from me by the unabashed,
I feel the struggling streams of light
caressing my mind with the
seductive magic of hallucination;
moving in flurries of fleeting colour,

waves of nothingness moving over
me to the slow rythm of dying,
leaving no trace but a silver haze in my eyes.

And as my dreams fall prey
to the elaborate schemes
of the coming day,
and are stolen away,

I feel them, as parts of me,
ooze out into the
encroaching sunlight;

but they will not die,

today.