Sleepless Slumber

Dead i am. So gonna bury me now.
Somewhere in the desolate wasteland that is my bed.
Filled with rocks and thoughts.
Cradled with ghosts and knifes.
Dreaming in blood and white.
Woken to the violence of madness and the muteness of porn.
As is anyday.

I'll still be dead tomorrow...
And after and after,
Ill die every day until the day she stands by me
And fills the cracks of my broken soul with her liquid self,
And so to finnaly be:
Embraced and engraced with such something as herself!
...
But since that day is longing, i'll just go now and die.