| the luxury of sleep |
| you say that i am sleeping and yet; i refuse to dream to let the twilight dance within my brain remember faded mem'ries of a slumber so serene barely could i rouse myself to stand to walk again about the living a yearning to view sunlight just once, from clear blue eyes- unjaded free of this baggage that they bear dragging along until the sunset comes and once again i do this thing that you insist is sleeping.... when only i realize that this shadow-game i play is hate and such sorrow overtakes me... tis and only this is why my eyes can close and i can roll but peaceful sleep will never come... for i am undeserving. |