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Unbroken promises

what does that mean

sun scorched surfaces

remain in my dreams

I hate to sleep

The dreary brow

steeped in sweat and grime

the weary growl

filled with bitter lost prime

I hate to sleep

The bone twists

the sinue twine

the soul resists

the teeth grind

I hate to sleep

I remember a time so long ago

a time of vigor, when the old man wasn't so close

I remember a stage of my life not below

A place where happiness and peace were not an overdose

I hate to sleep

What the hell am I doing here trying to live with what never was

Why does the bell that awakens me not begin to sway

So many images are screaming through my head all abuzz

so many tears that the flame just burns away

I hate to sleep

They say what does not kill you only makes you stronger.

I am not strong, I am weak

I am not joy I am weep

I am not true I am bleak

Dammit do I hate to sleep.