Gift of Slumber

by Alice   Jun 13, 2006


My heart is slowing
My head is spinning
My blood is gushing
Out the wound
Upon my wrist
That I slit
My dreams are melting
Like snow upon the roof
They form a flood of my false hope
I’m swept away
But wish to stay
I want you to be by my side
And stay to be my guide
But you don’t care
So I close my eyes
And return to the slumber

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