I cannot wait,

     To crawl into my bed.

And hopefully sleep,

     The sleep of the dead.

Not sleep like a baby,

     Who whines, wets and cries.

But instead like a corpse,

     Who cannot open its eyes.

A sleep deep and dark,

     Uninterrupted by dreams.

Where hours pass in a moment,

     At least so it seems.

Beaten and bloodied by the day,

     My soul torn asunder.

Please tuck me in deep,

     Preferably six feet under.

03/19/2024