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Looking out into the cold open window,

The night staring back at me.



Unable to sleep,

Unable to breathe,

Can only think.



Memories play upon his head,

The never ending show.



Can't stop them,

Can't understand them,

He doesn’t want them to end.



A cool breeze gently touches my face,

Drawing me once more to the outside air.



Yearning for escape,

Yearning to drive into the night,

Never to look back.



So many things he would change,

Learn from all his past mistakes.



A sly smile hides the plain truth,

While he whispers all his silver replies,

Lies upon the night.



Try as he might,

He can never sleep long tonight.



The same dream attacks his quiet peace,

Covered in blood on the floor,

The knife glistening in his hand.



Metaphor perhaps,

Yet nothing changes.



Killing himself slowly,

Day after day,

Night after night.



Tonight he is no different,

Stares out the window.



His only glimpse of freedom,

His sight escapes,

On the sea of night.







Wishing somehow you were here.

Wishing that somehow you existed.

Not just a figment of a dream,

Not just his imagination running wild.



Just wish that for once,

What I've always dreamt,

What I've always wanted,

Might actually come true.



Yet I sink back into the dark recesses of my mind,

Knowing the dream will never come true,

Night after night I'm teased.



The sights,

The sounds,

The feelings,

Something just out of reach.

I only wake up cold and alone.



Still it’s all that’s left to keep me going.

The only reason I find to get up.

The reason I talk to them all.

That just perhaps,

That one man I’ve always dreamt,

Will be at my door,

Awakening me from my restless sleep,

And free me from my cold hell.