Midnight Eyes

All things in life can be broken down till what you see is:
Saint vs. Sinner.
With every look you choose to play the role that you will portray
Take my eyes, fraught with sight
(you're not trying to see the light)
(and I wish I could be on your side...)
How I play the villain to the audience of my despair:
Which dream was this: I woke up against your lips
and fell asleep against a wish to never sleep again?
It seems the stream that carries me has twists that I could not forsee
despite my bouts of clarity...
(She's swimming to the stage...)