“Sleep –
Those little slices of death –
How I loathe them”
~ Edgar Allen Poe ~
Passion and desire for life – depleting
Bloodshot eyes – Exhaustion – Eyelids sagging
A veil of crimson black – Consciousness fading
The Reaper’s vicious joke – Death only passing
Sleep –
Those little slices of death –
How I loathe them
Total blackness – Utter silence
No sense of time – of being – or feeling
No pain – No fearing – No hurting
A shame it’s only fleeting
Sleep –
Those little slices of death –
How I loathe them
The crimson black veil – Slowly lifting
Consciousness – The emotions – The fearing
The wanting – The yearning – Death wish returning
Another daymare beginning
Sleep –
Those little slices of death –
How I loathe them