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A Dream Too Real
What is this emptiness in the palm of my hands
That stretches to the circle of my clenching arms?
Syncing deeply within the orb of my pulsing beat
Sinking into the trap set by my hibernating beast
That moments ago was soothed by your perfectness
And the soft touch of silk woven in your nakedness
Connected to the look in your deep seductive eyes
The gaze that stole my soul in the blink you hypnotized
Must you tease my unconscious mind while I lay paralyzed?
And haunt my empty heart with echoes of howling in delight
Until opening my eyes to your seductively implanted lies
I want so badly for your promises to be real when I awake
Yet I try to smother you under my pillow and impale you with my stake
Piercing as deeply as I can imagine to finally penetrate
The shroud of beauty you keep using that makes me beg you to fellate
When will I realize that you only exist to rip the heart out of my chest
Please let me fall back asleep to feel the swaying of your breasts
Falling back into the mist that conceals the wall between realty and dreams
Deep in my mind the only time I feel alive is in my sleeping fantasies
That stretches to the circle of my clenching arms?
Syncing deeply within the orb of my pulsing beat
Sinking into the trap set by my hibernating beast
That moments ago was soothed by your perfectness
And the soft touch of silk woven in your nakedness
Connected to the look in your deep seductive eyes
The gaze that stole my soul in the blink you hypnotized
Must you tease my unconscious mind while I lay paralyzed?
And haunt my empty heart with echoes of howling in delight
Until opening my eyes to your seductively implanted lies
I want so badly for your promises to be real when I awake
Yet I try to smother you under my pillow and impale you with my stake
Piercing as deeply as I can imagine to finally penetrate
The shroud of beauty you keep using that makes me beg you to fellate
When will I realize that you only exist to rip the heart out of my chest
Please let me fall back asleep to feel the swaying of your breasts
Falling back into the mist that conceals the wall between realty and dreams
Deep in my mind the only time I feel alive is in my sleeping fantasies
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