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Sleep tight
It's late at night, I sneak and creep
to my roomates room that's fast asleep.
i stare without blink for hours it seems
hes snoring a little, he's having a dream.
his fate is in my hands, it won't be a fight
one hand is a fist, the other a knife.
this could be his last, if his eyes open wide
a good night to sleep, a better night to die.
My roomate is a Schizo. I
My roomate is a Schizo. I woke up to him watching me sleep about a year ago. So I wrote this poem and recently showed him. We make fun of each other a lot and are always pulling pranks. So he thought this poem was a matterpiece. I decided to share it with all of you.
Roommate Heaven
Distrubingly candid write, still you have a way with words and I read it five times. Mind expanding poetry. ~slc~
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Thanks!!
Glad you like it!