To Resurrect
I try to sleep more.
It's easier that way,
as time slips away.
Allowing me to grow old,
yet remain eternally youthful.
A sort of living death.
As I inch my way towards the awful
imprisonment called conformity.
As I attempt to resurrect that
which society tries to eliminate
each day of my life.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009
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