I enjoyed the feeling of sleep like a waking death
upon the virtues of my being, I was static but
light movement signalled I wasn't just there yet.

Would I for a moment cease on the inclination to
inhale with the necessity to once again linger that
which was taken expelled to show my motion.

We all linger on the precipice of what is between
our moments as our eyes close to life but linger
within regurgitating our thoughts to nightmares.

One breath is a moment where death is waiting between
the moments whispering sweet silence upon you thoughts.
Let it linger no need to exhale, slumber for eternity in deaths sleep.