Creeped.

 
Wait.
It's morning,
but my eyes won't shut.




Damned cigarettes,
and a broken rhyme.
A moist pillow,
and a dreamless night.



I don't want to go,
but I don't have to stay.
Sit on top of me,
So there's nothing left to say.


Freedom. And lies. If you don't accept them both, you roll over and die.







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