Warm like a flame, with the blue chill of ice,
You get sucked into it anyways, no chance of a choice.
It's the perfect paradox, the refute of the sane,
The irony of living, the refuge of the insane.
Silence gets deafening, clamorous noises begin to soothe,
You see what doesn't exist, defying every truth.
The rumble of a rollercoaster ride, with the calm of the
still seas,
You need sleep for that sweet dream, yet sleep is what will
tease.
Waking up to the sunrise, that brand new day,
but sulking at each sunset, wanting to melt in each ray.
No pain more numbing, yet no emotion sweeter than this,
Love will drive those senses wild, to a state of troubled
bliss!
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