Sleep Of Death


The blessed sleep of Death

No more voices

Criticizing me.

No harsh light in my eyes

As I awaken.

No more pain.

Ripping my tender heart.

Only Death  

and complete emptiness

and darkness.

The cool, damp smell of death.

Will be my only companion.

Rest from the noise of this world

Nor more longing for love and peace.

Only the sound of eternity

slowly eating up the present

and creating the past

of hurt.

No more pain.

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