In silent awakenings I hold my breath
I lay still and listen to what sounds like death
Wondering why a deep sleep makes me dream
when consciousness is stedfast by my side.
I cannot remember a touch nor a kiss
I cannot tell where I got lost in the tide
while currents take me to shores my eyes have never seen
and take me to dreams where I have never been
slowly fading what once was mine
my heart loses it's former trust
when hate and love intertwine.
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