Until wolfs light, I will be counting sheep

Hell, I'll even pray,to Gods I dont keep

What keeps me awake at night?

Nothing

Nothing more then your stinky lingering elastic vowels

That stretch themselves through my head & warn me again, "Scream, I ******* dare you."

Because a spectacle of suffering, corrupts us all.....

Right?

over and over again, I hear your approaching boot heels

I know that scratchy voice of yours and how it feels

poking at my back, when it says "The dark has no teeth."

And they ask me why I cant sleep?

I dont know how to  feel.

Safe or spared?

Knowing this little one and I,

have been so violently paired.

No. What keeps me awake?

The fear of what else you may take.

While men like you run those streets,

I imagine I'll always be counting sheep.....

                                                        



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