Death
You are the only thing in this world that is certain
Yet do people fear your presence, bringer of peace;
your variation, your unpredictability.
But I wait for you, night after night after night
Graced only by sleep, your counterfeit.
I love death therefore I love sleep;
To be unconscious of the world around me,
unfazed, untroubled, at peace.
But sleep is only temporary; I wake to a
world troubled, unforgiving, ironic;
A world which pushes hard against
your hopes, your dreams.
Grace me but once with your presence
so that I may sleep eternally, beyond
this cruel world.
Your kiss I seek to attain.
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