Sometimes when I go to sleep

Sometimes when I go to sleep

I tire of life

My head descends to mort

And I feel extinguished

Ready to this

I feel the sweep of hades

And of a glassy sea

At once swept by denial

And by the mortal whiles

That weep for life

I fall

Unwilling

And instantly awake

I fend off the furtive odes

The poems I wish to write

The life I should have lived

 

It is then that I see god

The one I bled for

And sought for

Lingering in bowing

To selfless piety

And I say goodnight

A last goodbye

Before the end

And eyes slowly close me

I fall all the more

Sink into the white

Then the black

Then the nothingness

And soon they are all there

Angels and demons

Songs and syllables

Arranged, deranged

And I leap into the light

Savaged by the blackened night

And sleep

Sometimes when I die

I sleep