My eyelids start to droop
The nicotine wearing off
And all i'm left with a a swaying feeling
Like i'm on the boat
A small boat
The small waves
Trickle
Over
The
Edge
And splash around my feet
I slip forwards
Into you and then i crash
Hard
Into sleep
Into you
Into death
I crash
Again
And
Again
And
Again
And soon my eyelids crust over with the little goobers that i wipe from them every morning
Waiting for you to wipe it away
Until then i'll collect dust