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Aug 2014
Death sends you an invitation
You accept half of the whole
It sweeps across the nation
Accomplishing it's only goal
A world full of dark mystery
Something new every night
Darkness is all you can see
Giving any young one a fright
Sleep is a quick taste of death
Replenishing your necessities
It releases creativity underneath
Creating dreams with small keys
Sleep is death where we awake
It is where I mind is most used
It gives back more than we take
And leaves us all less confused
Sleep is something that I fear
I fear I won't wake the next day
The time for us all can be near
It will end in some kind of way
Sleep is death eating our lives
Cutting the time more everyday
Slicing slowly with sharp knives
Until our "sleep" has gone away
I think that sleep is like an open relationship with death
Brett W
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