Flickering behind closed eyes,
form lights blending into shadows...
my heart turned inside out, exposed
by evil's unrelenting tide...

- washing over me,
crashing into me,
slowly, roughly, burning cold -

And I lay here.
Try to grasp among my thoughts,
to put them under my control.

The headache comes and goes.

Hand reaches up, but only air's above me.
Flowing into me.
I gladly drink it up.

I refuse to give it up.

Flickering behind closed eyes,
these lights shine blindly - curtains drawn.
haunting shadows, spinning off,
monstrous shapes attacking...

It's this imaginary division
in which I falter.
A thin piece of skin between two worlds -
my eyelids, squeezing shut to fend it off.

Gripping tightly to these sheets,
my body aches.

But I will not give it up.
I refuse to give it up.

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could make me love you less...