Christine Lockehart

A neverending void of darkness
Pure black

I am lost
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It's not what is
It's what was

Collapsed memories lost among the ash
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Too many bridges to burn,
These cold, rusted shackles hold me back,
The numerous memories eating at my attempts of freedom.
From the depths of my mind,
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All alone.
Or am I?
I sense his presence
Watching through the corners of my eyes
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Little dreamer
So young and naive
For the World is not as you've been taught to percieve
No buttercups, sugar plums, rainbows, or glee
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Built up over time
Merely to be broken down by you

I once stood tall
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If I could run a thousand miles
Or swim across the sea
You know I'd do it just for you
To see the real me
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There he sits
All alone
Absorbed by his troubles
Hiding in a world of his own
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Around and around
Here I go again
Repeating my mistakes
Will I never learn?
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Wherever I am
Wherever you are
Know that I'm thinking of you
Even when you doubt
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But a puppet on tangled strings am I
Longing for freedom
Yearning to be released
By a master I wish not to be controlled by
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Too many complications
I just want everything to stay the same
To remain simple
But we cannot grow as people
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Relieve me of the black stillness we call night
Wake me from my slumber
Show me another chance
That not all may recieve
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I can see through to you
Like a mirror, you reflect a part of me
Or maybe you ARE a part of me
Vacant voids within my heart suddenly filled
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A bond so strong
Love cannot begin to describe
Exactly how I feel for her
X-ray my heart and you will find
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So many faces come and go
Time slows until they're gone
Now the days pass without thought
I'm merely existing
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No longer has the cold remained bearable
For a state of dismality lures over
Lonesome and dark
Chilling to the soul
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Who are we but victims
Fallen to the fate of Father Time
Whisked away from all familiarity
What once was is no longer
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Words once spoken
Ears shall not once more meet
But only a nightmare within minds
Continuously repeating
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Three of the most vigorous words
That cannot merely be descibed,
But expressed
Through art, music, nature
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