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I think about you,

and as if on cue,

the tears fall from my eyes,

like acid rain from the skies.

It burns my skin,

and the pain within,

renders me blind,

so I’m not able to find,

a sheltered place,

or a familiar face,

only thoughts of you,

and my devil’s due.

The pain I feel,

wounds that won’t heal,

and as I get older,

the blood becomes smoldered,

pitch black and crimson red,

and these thoughts inside my head.

Visions of you,

in all I do,

when I slice my skin,

you’re there when I sin.

Only in my mind,

is where you’ll find,

yourself inside,

where I have died.

You’re only a thought,

that I have caught,

yet will be,

in reality.

Will never hold,

or shield from the cold.

Won’t dry you tears,

or ease your fears.

Keep loving you more,

want to rock you to the core.

Needing to touch you,

have the feeling new,

to make me feel alive,

and my soul will revive.

But this is only me,

in my reverie,

thinking of you.