UNCANNY THOUGHTS

THE NIGHT IS YOUNG. AND SO ARE YOU. WHY WOULD I CHOSE TO FIGHT YOU DURING THE SUNSET HEAT WHEN I CAN DEVOUR YOU IN THE TWILIGHT MIST.
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I LOOK AT YOU
SO HIGH ABOVE ME
I TRY TO REACH YOU
WITH THAT BRIGHT AURA, OVERPOWERING THE NIGHT, OVERCASTING MY SIGHT.
I CRY TO YOU, LIKE A WOLF CRYING OUT INTO THE NIGHT.
A TEAR SHEDS DOWN MY FACE AS I WATCH YOU, WONDERING WHAT I CAN DO TO TOUCH YOU.
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MY THOUGHTS ARE WORTHLESS
NO POINT.
I THINK OF YOU, BUT NOTHING MORE WILL COME OF THIS.
I WISH AND I HOPE INTO A ENDLESS DREAM
THERE IS NO ONE TO LISTEN
NOT EVEN THE GODS HEAR ME.
YOU SURE AS HELL DON'T.
I ONLY ASK WHY YOU!
WHEN CLEARLY NOTHING WILL COME OF THIS. I'VE SAID THIS ONCE. I'LL SAY IT AGAIN.
MAYBE I'LL CONTINUE TO SAY IT, WRITE IT, DREAM IT, CRY IT...

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NOTHING, POINTLESS, POSSIBLY...WORTHLESS...
NOTHING IS YOU AND I
YOU ARE POSSIBLY WORTHLESS
OR MAYBE I'M POSSIBLY HOPELESS
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY POINTLESS
YOU DON'T CARE
I DON'T CARE
WHY SHOULD ANYONE CARE.
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MY THOUGHTS ARE ENDLESS
MY HOPES ARE RELENTLESS
MY DREAMS ARE CARELESS
MY DESIRES ARE FEARLESS
YET...
DEJECTED FROM YOUR ENDLESS DISTRESS
DISENCHANTED FROM YOUR NON RELENTLESSNESS
BOTHERED BY YOUR CARELESSNESS
UPSET THAT YOUR FEARLESS DISPLAY CRUMBLES BENEATH YOUR FEET...
AS YOU CHOOSE YOUR MIND OVER YOUR HEART.
WHAT A WASTE.
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I CANT WAIT TO LOOK AT YOU AND FEEL NOTHING
YOU SAID NOTHING WOULD BECOME OF US
OKAY...
I'LL MAKE SURE TO FULFILL THAT DECLARATION.
HERE, TAKE YOUR HAND AND EVERYTHING ELSE THAT I BELIEVED MEANT SOMETHING.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO FADE INTO THE BACKGROUND OF MY WORLD AND BECOME NOTHING MORE THAN A PASSED MEMORY, A THOUGHT OF ANNOYANCE. BUT MOST OF ALL, I CANT WAIT UNTIL YOU BECOME NOTHING MORE THAN ANOTHER PERSON I ONCE SPOKE TOO.