Testo Sleep

Sleep is a faceless stranger
that sedates me with a lullabye
to carry me through the gate of the night
...the cold mental magnetism,
slowly sinking into the sands of immobility
...the tentacles of the universe,
seductive and unseen...they reach into the
depths of my existence ...a feeling of peace...did you know that
to sleep is to take a sip from the vintage wine
o fdeath? Peace, to be chased away by
the morning light...Peace, to be ripped open
by the ravages of dawn like the sharp, cruel
tongue of a woman caught in shades of gray,
rips burning scars in the heart of an unwanted
lover...sleep...and dream