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During my dreams I keep attempting
To undress your intentions by peeling off Freudian slips
And I keep running, like a Jesus lizard,
Over the lake of fire that’s formed in your eyes
Because the ice of your heart is more painful to my feet.
Waking moments aren’t much better.
Waking consumes me, a wake for your love,
Lying cold dead in a pen-dug grave.
I raise the mourning songs on my CD player every night
The march for the parade of tears, the prelude to my dreams.
