Two Poems

Sleep is like a drug to me;
A fix; a mere necessity;
Each day's added symmetry;
A grand and blissful symphony.

Sleep is but a temptress;
The soft, subtle sarcophagus;
A sleek and fleeting precipice;
An addicting dash of lifelessness.

Sleep is thought the enemy;
A glimpse of glistened infamy.
But sleep is such a friend to me;
My rescue from reality.

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Never shall I wake
Nor another breath I take.
this is not the deal I made.
I did not ask for what you gave.

Let me fly the atmosphere
And watch the glowing sun appear.
Perch me on a mountain top
And feed me ocean's every drop.

Let me sleep forever more
Like the name my grave stone bore.