There is no grave
Of morbid gloom
More homely than
My mind's bedroom
Alone at night
My thoughts exhume
A conscious corpse
From sentient tomb
Awake in Death's
Eternal sleep
Necropolis
Of counting sheep
Shadows tip-toe
Demons creep
As Grim awaits
My soul to reap
I contemplate
These coffin themes
Insomnia's
Sepulchre schemes
Unresting place
Life's casket seems
To only hold
Nightmarish dreams
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
There is no grave
Of morbid gloom
More homely than
My mind's bedroom
Alone at night
My thoughts exhume
A conscious corpse
From sentient tomb
Awake in Death's
Eternal sleep
Necropolis
Of counting sheep
Shadows tip-toe
Demons creep
As Grim awaits
My soul to reap
I contemplate
These coffin themes
Insomnia's
Sepulchre schemes
Unresting place
Life's casket seems
To only hold
Nightmarish dreams
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