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"Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart is just going to cave in."
-Ricky Fitts, American Beauty

21.3.08

daylight

back to the sunrise by Alistair Chong

In your embrace I wake
The sun scorns at me as it stirs
The final hours of my day
The fleeting self of me it infers

I find comfort in you
In the final flight
Before the wilting of shaded hues
I'm at home in the night

I find rest in the shadows fleeting
Deepest corners are my shelter
Where my heart and self are meeting
Is in the darkness, the pain of feeling the hurt her

Fight the sun in my eyes its blazing
Prying open my wounds, invading me
Night can't you help me the heat is erasing
The flames lick my heart, won't let me be

All I see is the world on fire
I squeeze my eyes shut
All I see is bloody visions of lost desire
My mind is in thickest flowing flood

Come back
I miss the night
Come back
It's who I am

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