With My Eyes Wide Awake

If I knew you could

I'd be begging to be saved

From this nasty lance of time

Throttles me and my sleep

There's a pain in my eyes

My hollow, sunken eyes

For I know if I fall asleep

I will lose this war

I could lay awake

Till the apocalypse struck

Witnessing the unrest

Of humanity running out of devotion

Is it truly necessary?

That only the fear of a bereft soul

Makes them crave for more?

Only regrets stronger than all else

Than the bittersweet comfort of love

Even in my deranged paranoia

Denial is sweeter than belief

This delusional snow in my eyes

I'm half as blind

My eyes are open and empty

There's a fragile hope in disguise

I don't want to be kept,

It's just a small wish to die

To flee this mortal turf

With my eyes wide awake

The Ghost In My Dreams

It seems like inimitable winter here,

Kind of misplaced, kind of eerie.

There's snow all over

I am cold,

The light filters and wounds me all over again,

Light is so little

I wish to be buried in the warmth of the white veil.

The idea of young death seemed unfair,

How is it so soothing forthwith?

But wasn't it unfair when the horizon was loved for promises untrue? 

Sky kisses the earth, with subtle chivalry,

If one day he would explode in her urge, 

Wouldn't it be a collapse?

Nothing is irrational anymore,

neither is my idea of death.

My small heart has taken too much of the worldly pain,

September brings in spring, I await the fall. 

How consumingly uncomfortable full blooming flowers are,

Why could they do it and I can't?

There's a ghost in my dreams, 

He manipulates me each day

One day he puts me together, 

Warms me like a blanket,

And one day he is distant and frigid

Doesn't care anymore,

I lay awake as a cold mess

He comes and goes, a ghost for sure.