Poetry in Music


 Sleep my child

to escape,

to rape the good things, the bad things, the everythings

Sleep my child

to remove,

a past, a present, a future, like a clean slate

Sleep my friend

to venture out,

into dreams, new realities, rebirth, to crossover


never to awake,

until the alarm goes off and you must start a new day.

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