As Though it Could be Real

I live my life fleeing the glare of the sun,

I spend all my tears in the safety of night,

I watch all the blood from my arteries run

Down my arms, and it somehow feels right.

 

But as I lie bleeding and pleading for death,

You come and you coax me back slowly to life,

And teach me cherish the joy of my breath

And my pulse, and I put down the knife.

 

You hold me and listen to all of my songs,

You kiss me and soothe all the sorrow I feel,

I treasure your love and you say it belongs

To us both, and it truly seems real.

 

You give me a comfort I cannot resist,

But darling, you do not exist.

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