"A Reduction of Sentence."
If I could dream a dreamless sleep
Which lasts a thousand years,
I'd gladly swap it for this world
This lonely vale of tears.
But if I knew we lived once more
And started life again,
I'd turn it down without a pause:
I can't maintain pretence.
So every night I go to bed
And pray I don't awake
To stop the screams inside my head,
To end this sad charade.
But sadly I expect I'll live
For at least one more day.
The dreamless sleep remain a dream
Another life away.
Saturday September 13th, 2014
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