Sleep Is The Cousin Of Death
The night forms a mystery to some people,
Maybe they are unconciously affraid of the night and close their eyelids,
But a bat wakes up during night time, cats are more active,
Female spiders cross the wooden floor in search for a male,
And they would mate, creating a large army, protecting humans from mosquitobites and flies,
A man takes a nap on a path in the night when he went out to graze his horse,
Unknown entities pull of his overcoat, do not sleep here, ghosts walk there by night,
We cuddle with our partner underneath soft white sheets, close the curtains,
Caress skin and massage feet,
Loss of energy we nod off and fall asleep, on a journey to an imaginary world,
The dreamland, seperated from the real world, partly dead,
You breathe and snore, brain alive, body inactive,
But we kill during night...
When an eight legged creature walks up to our lips, we swallow it,
Those who sleep should suffer and end their life,
If you want to sleep, then sleep on, don't wake up,
Is your life precious to you?
Then you best answer when a lady dressed in black,
Riding in a carriage pulled by four black horses,
Taps your window at night,
Might be a life saver...
Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 12:08
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