Sleep, till our dreams end.
And life but a melancholic something, we used to share.
To touch and to feel. To be loved is to be known...
And to be known... is to be loved.
Sleep.
Until Charon drifts you to the end of the river Styx
Where the damned lay and the spirits wail
Where maggots scream and the nether...
The nether thirsts for blood
And everything dear,
Everything
That you know love, fades away.
Clawing.
Bit by bit at your chest.
Leaving nothing...
But
An
Exposed
Heart
Still beating, but ever so softly
Ever so gently.
Reality is but a dream...
And I... I
Don't want to sleep.
Just not yet













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