You tickle me with a gaping hole

You tickle me with a gaping hole

Threaten my mind

with eternal damage

interrupt joyous rapture

crush passion eternal

drain thoughts at dawn

 

you, the metaphor

for all that is

quiet, sombre, peaceful

lazy

but, I know you,

virulent maniac

 

Who mixes my drink

with images

of nightmares, and dreams

of lovers holding hands

walking into bushes, forever

jumping waterfalls, body with body

 

Who treats me with derision,

the midas of darkness

my organs relent

to your deathly touch

and that is what you are

Sleep!

 

Death! Daily Death! And Life, of course!

Fine, I concede to your awesome wonder!