Sleep Cycle-Medicating


I live in a life of slap happy insomnia,
Day turns into night,
Night into day,
I've seen many cycles of the sun,
My Moon caresses me at night,
gently singing its darkened lullabye,
Your Autumn is my Ambian,
your touch is my morphine,
I can gently rest now, a good rest,
The brisk breeze of twilight year,
turns me into a zombie of your love,
I am not a Monster,
Just Broken.

The End

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