Dreams are as if angels

they keep the dark at bay.

The dark tries seep in me

your thought keeps it away.

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Maybe I should let it in.

Maybe I should let it consume

the void around me where

here your not in my room.

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I can not give in to despair,

not while your in my mind,

for while you are inside me

there is a light shining bright.

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Maybe I should close my eyes

and wish away your pretty face

that enigmatically removes all

corrosive darkness in my place.

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Maybe I should rust to fade

away in the darkness for now.

But what would I do in hell

except dream of your brow.

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That bends so softly and keeps

the accents of your beautiful

eyes that beckon me fight for

a meaning so damn dutiful.

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For meaning is found where

you remain today even where

I can not be with you my love

in your eye’s splendid stare.

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So I’ll dream in this dark room.

I’ll keep praying hopeful prayers

even though the angels to you

could to you in no way compare.

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The light it shimmers in this

damned place where you’re not.

But hell is a distant place where it

keeps away with you in my thoughts.