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Dizzy Dizzy, Dead Dead
by
Chaya Anavi
dizzy dizzy, dead dead
how many spins does it take
to be dizzy how do you make
make me so queasy i'm so dizzy
when you're in the room i'm so dizzy
so dizzy on you
how many risks does it take
to be dead is there no insurance
if i never wake i'm so dead
an invisible hue i'm so dead
so dead to you
frozen in my tracks when you enter the room
can't seem to get a grip it's as if you see right through
through my quivering bones past my empty shell
to my hidden soul where thoughts of you roam
but not even they can make me visible
so nonexistent to you just walk in the room
i stand so still and cannot move won't you leave soon
you weave stitches in my womb
they leave bleeding gashes but would never expose
all my inner self's confusion and woes
of this torment i keep drinking of this torture you keep inflicting
in a dream i'm still living a dream of you
but no me; i'm invisible a dream of you
and ever so whimsical a dream you'd find
completely hysterical
if only; i wish you'd pay that much attention
your laugh; it would be beyond my appreciation
that i find you a god that your eyes are burning coals
and creating these holes oh, your precious pearls
i'm so dizzy and spinning in an imaginary world
twirling and twirling your eyes they keep burning
my own just keep yearning round and round
your lure mien a heavenly swirl
how much food does it take to be full
how is it i can never get enough of you
what shall i do what shall i do
i'm so full of something for you
i'm so full so full of you
i love to watch i love to observe
my knees go weak when you enter the room
you wreck my every nerve i worship your every move
the walk that's so confident you always sound so sure
i'm eager to implore what you see in her
but i'm not here and satisfied with just one peek
though you'll never come near i'd like it to occur
she wouldn't know your smile from any other guy
she doesn't see your style nor your immaculate design
i can give you what you want i would notice your every line
and fulfill your heart's desire but my heart will never pour
all my ambitions and cares don't you know she's a liar
that she takes you for granted i could give you so much more
our relationship would never be tainted this truth needs to be said
said to you so fine and fair don't you see your
consuming me in your glare abusing your intense stare
undoing my last restraint and ruining this face i wear
the truth needs to be said i'd plead for your care
please don't lose your dementia-aiding flare
abuse me i'm spinning in your stare
i'm dizzy; my legs have given way to a nearby chair
a truth needs to be said now that you've entered the room
but i'm so dead so dead to you
when will i ever loom
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