~Sleep with Misery~



I looked up the sky,
waiting for the dark cloud to descend on me...
as the wind flicked my falling tears.
I raised my hands
ready to dwell with misery.
Don't want to stay awake
and witness
and be blinded
by the light.
With misery,
I will sleep forever
and not walk along the world of happy dreams.

 

 

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