Shards of sleep slice deep my peace,
these blankets, my shroud—entomb.
Counting miles of ceiling tiles;
my cell, this place, my room.
Fragments of thought abandon me not,
those images my sanity betray.
Glowing designs lay upon the blinds,
wayward streetlights peer in this way.
Splinters of mind lost not to time—
instead to love most deep.
I cry the years those countless tears
through insomnia riddled sleep.
Pieces of soul, heart covered in holes
my entirety pervaded by pain;
awaiting death with bated breath—
but I’d love you all over again.
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i have been here
awaiting death with bated breath- but i'd love you all over again... this is very profound... -
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