not so much in my cups as headed straight for the silverware


and oh! for a dreamless sleep, my love
alone, anon, and free from harm;

release me from my nightmares, and
I will for once welcome the dawn.

your breath is cold, your touch is dank,
the grave has held you in its arms;

release me from my nightmares, love
alone, anon, and free from harm.

I cannot love you any less
for all my heart is broken

it beats its bleeding, fractured wings
against the words we've spoken

and oh! for a dreamless sleep, my love
amidst the bitter shards;

I will dream again in better times
alone, anon, and free from harm.


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