A Fear Trapped in Dead-lights

Your eyes tell me a different story
From your mouth, that infinite hole of glory
Forever wishing it were untrue
Someone has really already won you
It’s so very hard to get my head around
It. I’m trying but my tears leave no sound
Though your disrespect is loud and clear
I am crying but my sobs leave me bound
To you. My weakness is my mortal fear
You’re the dead-lights, I’m the dear

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