Post by gmspencer on Jul 25, 2009 8:31:25 GMT -5
I order them upon my bed
and try to keep them in my head.
But then they fall between the sheets,
Beneath the folds the often seep
into my mattress, a grave of sheep,
Till morning comes and breaks the spell
that nightly brings my inward hell.
and try to keep them in my head.
But then they fall between the sheets,
Beneath the folds the often seep
into my mattress, a grave of sheep,
Till morning comes and breaks the spell
that nightly brings my inward hell.