Sleep.
That's all I want more than life its self. The darkness, the quiet, the absence of the whole world. It's the equivalent of dying peacefully. Darkness forever, with or without breath I don't care.
I don't care what I will 'miss out' on in the rapidly changing world, I don't care that the sun warms the planet, or who wins the war, new fame, and dying stars.
Cold, silent, black, sleep. That's all I desire. Never changing, never rushed, never loud, indifferent sleep.
Sleep, that's all I want more than rugged, dirty, petty life its self!
Sleep...
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Poems & Short stories
PoetryA montage of many different poems and such. (I've found more of my work and decided to clean this up a bit and put it in "chapters" also I've edited the mistakes and a few grammar problems to make it more enjoyable for you) :) please enjoy. **Edit a...
