No matter how much you sleep
sleep finds a way to creep
into your weary bones
and broken dragging mind
It always clings tight to you
fogging up your view
like sea mist over your eyes
it covers everything in sight
Rolling waves of exhaustion
sleeping now would be noxious
because the sea that is sleep
is only there to drown you
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
No matter how much you sleep
sleep finds a way to creep
into your weary bones
and broken dragging mind
It always clings tight to you
fogging up your view
like sea mist over your eyes
it covers everything in sight
Rolling waves of exhaustion
sleeping now would be noxious
because the sea that is sleep
is only there to drown you
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