I sing a lullaby to you, in my sleep;
Praying to all the darkest gods
That you receive,
a solitary solemn note.
before I awake and start to choke.
Eyes closed and fingers clasped.
did my song reach you at last?
Dreamings start to stir, I dream a dream where I see her.
Foggy eyes such disarray, sweet sleep staves off,
calamity.
This sleep is killing me.
This sleep I keep clutching at.
The sleep that swallows dreams.
The sleep I lose at last.
I sing to you a reveille;
to wake the praying dreams.
Dark gods have said to me,
"Ten four on all accounts",
now come with me.
Eyes closed to all accounts,
did my fingers feel right there?
I reached and you were gone, already lost but still aware.
I dreamt a dream where she loved me too.
Such disarray, sweet sleep staves off,
calamity.
The sleep is killing me.
The sleep I keep clutching at.
This sleep that swallows dreams.
This sleep I lose at last.
This sleep I lose at last,
This sleep I lose at last.
This sleep;
This sleep.
A song peddled to me in a dream;
So sour sweet when waking up,
The dark Gods grinning at me.
An empty cup, next to me;
On the ground...
All my dreams pouring out.
Eyes closed and the strings are snapped;
Deaf ears seem to laugh, and a smile that could collapse, her love was a dream too.
Fog and disarray are in her eyes, she breathes sweet calamity...
Even in her sleep.
This sleep is killing me.
This sleep I keep clutching at.
The sleep that swallows dreams.
The sleep I lose at last.
I lose at last,
I lose at last;
I lost her to the sleep.
The sleep.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
