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so fall so far from me, wide eyes, before i fall from you. can't you hear my cries? my voice is a whisper in a gale. i need your arms, reach out to me, but i cannot touch you, i cannot see you. yeu are searching for my love over the wrong precipice, abandoning as you try to save, killing as much as healing, your touch is fire.
i burn for you, wide-eyes, please, hear me, see me. your eyes are wide but my dark is absolute. they are veiled and my thin veneer holds you to me but damns me, only my lies can save me, and your forgiveness will only damn me.
so call to me, wide-eyes, and see it it makes any difference. i cannot hate you, and i cannot love. you are the creature behind the glass wall, immune to the outside wall, immune to my faithlessness, entrapped and free, your world small but not constricted. and all i can do is watch, to break down those walls would be end.
i see you wide-eyes, if you don't see me, and you touch me even if i don't feel it. don't weep, but i need you to, your tears are my lifeblood, the only thing that keeps you near me, and their stench is suffocating as it is intoxicating. i never mean it, wide-eyes, i always hope to wake and tell you the truth, but fear i have not the courage and in my redemption i will betray you.
so i stand in your vision and will die there, wide-eyes, hoping that my epitaph tells you what i cannot.
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