I wish to sleep a long dark sleep
Where there has never been
Such a silence, or epic shyness
Being haunted by my every sin
Oh great creator, what is it in my nature
So depraved and deathly forlorn
That haunts my twisted sleep, where I fight to keep
That baby-smell with which I was born...…

I long to dream a most decrepit dream
In deaths most unrestful rest
Whose sinful fall at my soul does gnaw
Into this most troubled trespass
Where man's duality is ripped at the seams
And *** is woven into its twist
Where innate ideas on procreation
Pains my most selfish aching
And my bid for God's congress....bleeds

I wish to witness, the light that shines on the other side
Where life, in its truth, is the dream
Where blood is quantum love and tangerine doves
Paint nothing as it seems
Where we are understanding and the creator the planning
So I can finally find that Big Sleep
Filled with blissfulness and end emptied of painfulness
Where all is precisely as it should be
And so,
With no need to cry, I wrap myself up
Ever-so comfortably
Inside,
My time,
To die...

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