Nighttime and NyQuil go perfect with the promise of Fall Asleep on pillows made of feathers— There’s no way this is a downer, soft as Downy, drift me gently to dark Lights off I could get addicted, drown if I want to
But I will stop—
It’s just two pills How could blood spill or a heart break or the cold chill? Watch: my veins to silk, my bones to milk, under a quilt that’s like a hug to me.
I know a luxury when the feeling creep.
I’m warm-blooded, I love it, I love it, I love Anyone who helps me sleep.