Sleep
Sleep.
Sleep you little bastard.
Sleep, for that is where you find happiness.
For that is where your problems are no more.
Sleep, for that will put your mind at ease.
Will allow your heart and soul to be at peace.
Sleep.
Sleep, for another night of fantasy.
For another night that reality is no more.
Sleep, for that is what you seek.
For that is what you want.
Sleep, for it is pleasure.
Sleep, for it is an escape.
Sleep, for no one can harm you there.
For no one can deceive you.
Sleep, for that is where you create.
What you desire.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Close your eyes and wait a short while.
For it is coming.
Sleep, it is almost here.
It almost has you.
Sleep.
Sleep now.
Sleep.
Copyright © Michael Osborne | Year Posted 2005
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