Only when I close my eyes to sleep
Do I find a bit of peace.
A slice of peace
A smidgen of peace
A hint of peace
A piece of peace.
No, who am I kidding?
I find no peace in sleep.
I find my peace in a chemical solution
A narcotic dilution
That I bang into my veins
That I slam into my brain.
No, I find no peace in sleep.
I find no peace in sleep.
I find,
No,
Peace,
In,
Sleep.
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 9:42 AM UTC
Only when I close my eyes to sleep
Do I find a bit of peace.
A slice of peace
A smidgen of peace
A hint of peace
A piece of peace.
No, who am I kidding?
I find no peace in sleep.
I find my peace in a chemical solution
A narcotic dilution
That I bang into my veins
That I slam into my brain.
No, I find no peace in sleep.
I find no peace in sleep.
I find,
No,
Peace,
In,
Sleep.
This piece was written during some of the darkest days in which I was addled with a vicious addiction to ****** In it I was trying to capture, in a simple way, the hell my life had become.
Again this one, as most of my works tend to be, was originally conceived as a spoken word piece. However, I think this one actually may be stronger in it's written form. As always, constructive critique, and criticism are always welcome.
