RedRavenPoems

I just want to sleep.

So deep that I do not dream.

For into them will nightmares creep,

And I shall wake with a scream.

Exhaustion claims my soul.

My head spins, I fall I sprawl.

Filled with undending woe,

As the dark things slither and crawl.

Into my head they creep,

Into my soul they seep.

They brush against my deepest thought

And those begin to reek and rot.

My eyes are heavy, my heart is too.

But to close them would make me a fool.

Yet I have no choice, it makes me feel Blue.

To sleep and be the nightmares favorite tool.