Sleep is the real interview deep within the memories
Through a sad soul , dead among a cancerous body
Rush against her romantic name of "Emily", would fit a ever lasting sweet as sour chemical that was her name.
That share the double edge story of blood and tears
Nothing more to what any heart would die of when its broken...
Sister's morning star was meant by her love's midnight sunset
Sister's love was made with passion and happiness
Where my love was made with lust and sorrow
Burn into a endless forever where sister felt his love fill with dreams
Melted under my skin of a timeless kiss, we shared inside my sisters nightmares
Their muteless night of love making became my sicken tears
Breathless as I watch among the shadow of their pleasure
Loading the gun of a bleeding smile
As I sang them a bed time story meant by the cold flower that was my heart...
"Never did you see that I love him too sister, as your days are better asleep than awake. Where you my love... You live in the hopes of my heart , where your heart is better asleep than awake."
As I lay here between the blood and tears,
It came to mind were I was only was nine years old .
Yet to understand what happens to love... When its put to sleep.
Through a sad soul , dead among a cancerous body
Rush against her romantic name of "Emily", would fit a ever lasting sweet as sour chemical that was her name.
That share the double edge story of blood and tears
Nothing more to what any heart would die of when its broken...
Sister's morning star was meant by her love's midnight sunset
Sister's love was made with passion and happiness
Where my love was made with lust and sorrow
Burn into a endless forever where sister felt his love fill with dreams
Melted under my skin of a timeless kiss, we shared inside my sisters nightmares
Their muteless night of love making became my sicken tears
Breathless as I watch among the shadow of their pleasure
Loading the gun of a bleeding smile
As I sang them a bed time story meant by the cold flower that was my heart...
"Never did you see that I love him too sister, as your days are better asleep than awake. Where you my love... You live in the hopes of my heart , where your heart is better asleep than awake."
As I lay here between the blood and tears,
It came to mind were I was only was nine years old .
Yet to understand what happens to love... When its put to sleep.
BIO: "Sleep" ended up as one my best poems amongst many people. Like any writer or artist, I thought my work could be better. "Sleep" was my second to last poem, of 2008. Currently going through relationship issues, my mind wonders to the ideas of this poem. Thinking about "What if... I was to cut out my heart, and just lay love, or most my emotions, to rest."
