SleepwalkerA Poem by PerditionOffer than your hunger grift asleep and wake acidic monsters that shake mad angels watching over Offer my bones or one lash look, the walks or talks and haunts that moan my christened day, isn't it a part, some fashionable want that presses your stay, my needs scratches and screams what strips away and bleeds unanswered Your eyes, they once obliged me your whys and wants, I married them all without you living unmerciful pools unstruck a bleak and weakened cancered color I never intended but drank it all, and we shot the throne to cry us home a storm to walk untouched Offer up good grace in days that play us tools, and gladly I should rather drown than lie here awake than lie here a fool giving up this pitiful sleep a sleepwalker bound to find you © 2025 PerditionAuthor's NoteReviews
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