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I grow weary of the sun's cooperation

Always in my eyes as I drive to the edge of the world

Every time I drift away it pulls me back from the crevice of the place where i belong

Faint desperation

Apologetic regurgitation

I grow tired of the sun's competence

Of keeping me awake when all I want to do is sleep

When I sleep

Sometimes I dream

Of falling in love with you

Your damn volatile presence

Creates a distortion in my ignorance

I feel like a puppet without the strings

A chimaera without a face

And though I'm blinded I struggle to accept the unknown

I try and I try but I can't forgive what's been done

And though I've been rejected by the light

I still pray to the sun when I'm at my darkest