His lantern stings my misty eyes,
But a gray veil rolls in and softens
the glow.
A final twist, A final squeal,
And exhaustion sets in.
I've felt it often without result,
Without seeing dream worlds
And waking refreshed.
Looking for trouble was the best
sedative.
The knife withdraws with a whisper,
“Lullaby and goodnight with roses
bedight.”
The pavement blooms beneath me,
Faster with my back pressing the
flowers into the gutter.
This bed is colder than mine and grower
colder,
But the world happy-fades and the
pain's all right.
I think I will sleep well tonight.
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