Sleep & Apology
I disdain you like the rain disdains the earth.
Thus, when I fall, you almost feel that I am hate
That holds your feet and pulls you towards darkness.
For thoughts of you, I suffer, as death is fate.
The coldness that I bare since my unwanted birth
Are like trickles, in time, they come and go.
But as I fall towards your absent embrace,
Try might I to shut them tight, still they flow.
They flow and leak towards their hearts and yours
That freeze memoirs of me for your inspection.
’tis there that you might see that I am cold.
And death, and hate, and forget are my redemption.
So, I now sleep in this bed that I prepared,
To famish myself of your dances in front of me.
That I may someday walk your path as I awake.
And say nothing more than an apology.
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