Monday, December 21, 2009

the little death

cant sleep
something wrong
skin too hot
mind full of flesh
no room for zzz

to clear it out
strip right down
lay back
love myself

until

the little death

i die on my own
feels just fine

i mourn with white tears
bask in the wake

eyelids heavy
im beautifully empty
and

i fall asleep
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