Escape me gentle sleep, grace me not with your soothing body encumberment, for i am calling your bluff ahead of time, before you sell me the hopes of dreams and the dream of slumber, i remember how you were so fleeting the morning upon last, and every morning upon which the moonran and hid safe and sound from the devilish rays of thesun, burning with all its might, driving away and figment of the suttle soothing night that continued to persist, lingering in the shadows. So why? Why, i say, should i even assume and pretend that you, oh gentle slumber, will once again visit me, with the promise of the clocks hands unending, tick, tock, tick tocking away, minute to minute, hour to hour? For i know you are a liar, an unloyal lover, sliding into bed next to my cold skin of which you have chilled since sneaking into the sky as soon as the sun turned its head. Such a smooth, deceptive, lover, burglar of the night, rapist of hope, inflictor of worthless dreams. So try as you might to abrase my mind with your dark lashes, i shall not succumb so easily. Though eventually i may fall victim to your beatings, it is with all my moral and ethical tact that i resist you now. I shall not sleep, i shall not fall.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 04:25:53 +0000
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