Thanks everyone for the comments. It was really nice to get a few since I just got back. I'm working on a lot of stuff that is inspired by dreams, so they flow kind of wierd depending on what I'm talking about. Here's another one like that...

I hope you like this too.

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Sententious - Subtly Changing
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There’s not as much of you.
The air is weighted too...
The dew on the grass,
Like diamonds, lights your eyes.
...

The rain subsides,
Beneath, the sunrise...
...

And everything is new.

***
Stretching my arms, up and out,
I remember...
You lifting me out,
Like an old forgotten friend.

The days aren’t as long,
As they used to be.
...

At least,
...

That’s what it feels like to me...
***

The waste from the houses,
Washes into the streets...

Not purging the sickness,
But you still, sigh in relief...

When you were a child,
You had so much potential.

Well,
...
Now you mean nothing like me...

***
So stretching my thoughts,
Up and out, I remember...
...
You leaving me out,
Like an old forgotten friend....

The days just aren’t long,
Like they used to be.
...

At least,
...

That leaves, less time left for me...

(And I’m not sorry...)
(...)
(It’s not so painful anymore.)
(x3)

The world’s not beautiful...
...

It used to be,
...

At least,
...

That’s what it felt like to me...
...
***

The cold and lifeless air,
Feels flat around me.

The arms of my despair;
Shrouding...
My unguarded torso.
And pulling me down...
...

It’s late again,
My eyes are forming,
Mucus on the membrane;
Transposing my perception.

The walls don’t seem as thick,
As they used to.
...

I try to touch them;
(So subtly)
...

But,
My hands pass through...
...

- And into something new.

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