Should I find my death in sleep,
I'll wish my entire world complete
And finally find peace upon a pillow
A bed of memories at lonely dawn,
I'll sleep until the hate is gone,
And should I find my death in sleep,
I'll wish for this harsh vigilance
I could not wait for lost ones fear;
I could not let you dissappear;
So here upon my bed of tears,
Here is where I fall asleep.
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Poetry for Dying to
PoetryThis is a poetry book mainly consisting of freelance poetry and deep thoughts. It may make you think about the deeper aspects of life. It will not be complete any time soon, but will be added to as time goes on. Everything here is mine, and mine on...
