I sulked in the glory of my stupidity
As the sun made a quick retreat to the West
I let madness fill the void inside my head
And only saw pink buffaloes and limbless toads
Now I remember she rarely noticed
when I talked about the fire in the sky
She was married to silence
when I detailed my dreams, my desires
I took her hands in mine
All she did was let me
The blueness I saw in her shallow eyes
was numbness, not reflection of the skies
I saw her singing lullabies
only in dreams she sent in my sleep
All the light I saw, warmth I felt
Were in fact shadows of indifference
Still I never saw it coming
blinded by the darkness of my convictions
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