I lay me down to sleep
And in my t ortured sleep,,
I truly weep
no hope left, i sigh my sighs
i am found expressionless.
my face is white.
my hands are cold.
i have no story that has not been told.
my purpose spent
the fountain is closed
and dreams are surely d e ath.
what news of kent?
you may inquire
but the news was stopped
at the d e ath of the squire.
what purpose have i left?
to speak idle words
until my de ath?
they don't even rhyme.
too afraid to speak or call:
not happy am i, not happy at all.
the life i lead
is void of meaning
void of love and void of hurt
numb i have become
numb to your stinging words.
i cannot feel your acid touch
and i just don't miss you much.
(perhaps a lie)
the birds in the trees
that sing morning melodies
have all come down with this disease
on the forest floor they writhe in pain
with an upturned nose you show disdain
my cold lifeless body lies in the deep
blankets of sea wash over me
that sing me into eternal sleep
they sing me songs i cannot read
that shelter me from
the lifeless life i lead.
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