Sleep calls the broken to rest
in deep and solemn slumber,
there to stay and drown forever
as death washes clean the soul.
Whispers through the turb'lant rage
of darkened heart and tempest
echoed cry for release and relent,
never a blink removed.
Bleeding rivers rain within
and pour into blank eyes,
grimaced faces hidden beyond the night
where all weary bow and bend.
Broken glass from empty window
cutting hard against the flesh,
cold the body and still the heart,
the eyes fall and see no more.
Please tell me what you think
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This just flowed so well, I tried reading it out loud and it sounded quite nice too ^_^ you say it's nothing special but I don't think I can write something like this. Dying in sleep is probably the kind of death I'd like
it's the least painful and.. well, I'd like to think of death as something like the dreams we have when we slumber (Only, no nightmares). The way you depicted the night was so true - since most creatures (most.. so I must be a minority 
) do rest at night. You make death sound appealing, somewhat 
Thank you for sharing this with us
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