Thursday, March 5, 2009

To Sleep

My world slides out of focus
I drift on night-haunts and fantasies
Slipping into the unspoken wanderlust
Before my heart caves in on itself

I drift on night-haunts and fantasies
Playing back the day's scratched, torn film reel
Before my heart caves in on itself
I flick on my lamp and tumble from bed

Playing back the day's scratched, torn film reel
I question why
I flick on my lamp and tumble from bed 
When Doubt caresses me, like many things crawling

I question why
My eyes are strained emptiness
When Doubt caresses me like many things crawling
And I give in to his advances

My eyes are strained emptiness
I push away all feeling
And I give into his advances
Drenching my neon in nothingness

I push away all feeling
My world slides out of focus
Drenching my neon in nothingness
Slipping into the unspoken wanderlust

1 comment:

  1. ...so wierd. I JUST put a poem like this on my myspace blog thingy. A lot shorter, but the same kinda idea. about sleep and all.

    Anyway, I love the repeating lines. you work it in very nicely.

    -Chloe

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