A silk and cotton stuffed pillow is now on my bed,
I use it at night to rest my tired and weary head.
How strange it feels lying awake upon it,
Inner laced fingers on my chest, hand on heart,
And then, my all-time favorite…
I fold my arms into the shape of the letter X.
I fantasize I am dead every night and I do it for just a bit,
The only part I do not like is…
Is when I fall asleep in the middle of doing it.
Fluffing it here and fluffing it there,
I try and give it much respect
Rapid eye movement sleeping eyes do detect
Daily nightmare’s approaching and one’s that just don’t care
Forever now on my mattress you will find it there….
(SirCARSr. 1-14-13)
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
A silk and cotton stuffed pillow is now on my bed,
I use it at night to rest my tired and weary head.
How strange it feels lying awake upon it,
Inner laced fingers on my chest, hand on heart,
And then, my all-time favorite…
I fold my arms into the shape of the letter X.
I fantasize I am dead every night and I do it for just a bit,
The only part I do not like is…
Is when I fall asleep in the middle of doing it.
Fluffing it here and fluffing it there,
I try and give it much respect
Rapid eye movement sleeping eyes do detect
Daily nightmare’s approaching and one’s that just don’t care
Forever now on my mattress you will find it there….
(SirCARSr. 1-14-13)
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