poem #001

 
I wish to sleep forever 
Horizontal in my bed 
With life just drifting past me 
Without a thought floating in my head 
 
I wish to lie down dirty 
Unbrush with blackened feet 
Ignore my thrist and hunger 
With just a glowing screen 
 
My mouth gaping open 
Sandpaper is my tounge 
I wish to sleep forever 
My projects down to none 
 
And with nothing to live for 
I just close my eyes 
A mind forever empty 
My stagnet tragic vice
 
I am an empty vessel 
My soul spilling in my bed 
My body dissolves into seclusion 
What is living, what is dead? 
Your humble narrator,
Rayn
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