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Faces Above My Bed

Well, hello there. Nice to see you, nice to meet you, for the first time this way.
My tongue's in mid-air, reaching for the landing, and grappling with understanding new words.
I could try to tell you where I have been walking; Where Mr. Evil is stalking. But I would rather lock that dungeon, and burn it from the inside out.

So thankful am I, seeing your faces above my bed, That I can't say I've seen you in all those nightmares in my head.

Methodical and robotic, with a book of cliches, I struggled to erase all i thought that i knew.
A giant jar of successes lay empty on the floor. A constant to-do list, with nothing fulfilled.
In all of my intricate escape plans I was always scribbling on my map, I never heard you on the shoreline, screaming for me to come back.

So thankful am I, seeing your faces above my bed, that I can't say I've seen you in all those nightmares in my head.

No you were never in those nightmares, thank you, and now, those nightmares are dead.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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