No, awake I was,
I strained to hear
ye breath in the darkness,
awake I remain...
Into the sleep patterns
I knock n enter,
I mock n leave,
For sleep is death,
death of love,
I fear death...
I strained to hear
ye breath in the darkness,
awake I remain...
Into the sleep patterns
I knock n enter,
I mock n leave,
For sleep is death,
death of love,
I fear death...
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2 comments:
Very nice,
Sleep is death.
I feel like that sometimes, that sleep merely interferes with my 'me-time'.
Sleep brings death to love too... here i look at that aspect of it. of course it is death to the conscious too... so is consciousness love? can't there be love in the subconscious. I am looking at all these things and pondering in my lines ava. Thank you for the comment :-)
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