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I close my eyes to reality,
Live my life in fantasy.
Someone holds me close in their arms;
I pretend I can feel their breath on my neck.
The eyes are always piercing,
The smile is constant and warm.
Really; no one looks my way,
As if Iím cloaked and hidden.
Complete with a whispery voice
Which none hear (perhaps ignored).
But oh, when I close my eyes,
How many want to be with me.
So many want to hear me,
Love me.
Reality is the thorn that cuts,
And from that pours precious blood.
Dreams are so safe and sweet,
Pain is locked in a cage.
Still, when you close your eyes,
Can you tell where youíre going?
Blind, will you miss that thorn
Right in front of you?

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The following comments are for "Behind Closed Eyes"
by icyspice652

An interesting read. It's the last four lines that make the peice, though: until I got to those last few lines, I was thinking it sounded somewhat self-absorbed, but the ending really did bring it back and made a very interesting peice of it.
I think the first part could have been a little shorter; it lingers on the point a little too long before getting to the key part at the end. It is all fairly good though, so I'm not really sure which parts I'd cut. :-)

( Posted by: Spudley [Member] On: December 27, 2002 )

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