Sleep

From an orange bottle fall pills in a heap,

His path to numbness; my dreams will keep

 

From his blood, the feeling seeps

And through my blood, the poison creeps

He waits for the swimming pictures he reaps

Takes the steps to whiteness in leaps

Taking the razor, I know he weeps

 

It makes lines so dark and cuts so deep

There's nothing left for him to do but sleep

The End

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