Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Abusing Snooze

You came already blackened,
I gave you the blues.
You slept beneath my lampshade,
Threatening my muse.

If I could cradle candles,
I'd light you aflame.
For each missed opportunity,
your shape is to blame.

I slap at your happiness.
I pound out your sound.
When you grow more persistent,
I throw you to the ground.

You crack up my sanity.
You tear apart my dreams.
With every time I waken,
I suffocate your screams.

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