Cliché (Invisible)

Can you see me?
Dead poets call on me from the void.
I'm standing in the dark. Close but afar.
The edge of darkness pulls on my leash.
It knows my name. My real name. It commands me.
The prince of pain follows me home every night. An old friend. A good friend.
I hear your voice in dreams and I wish to not awake. Never awake. The universe never listens.
The abyss whispers in my ears forgotten dreams. A warm embrace of nothingness.
A woman's form sings the endless song of the shadows for me. It seduces me, tempts me to not return home.
There's a gravity in the night that forces me, it compels me to yearn for the unseen.
Do you see me?

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