Let me cry silently at night
Beside you, so I'm not completely alone.
You may sleep so the weeping isn't a surprising fright
Wake; the melancholy will be disguised as a peaceful moan.
Insecurity twists my heart into a seething letch
Without you, I'm a vacuous shell.
Love is the ball I can never fetch
Damning myself into an inescapable, emotional hell.
But still, my pain drives me to create
Worlds of imagined ideals;
Solitude cradles the tortured, brilliant innate
Artist trapped within her feels.
You don't exist, my mind is the lover
Insanity is nothing but the illumined, perfect brother.

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