night…

pray for night…
slumber…
to dream…to dream…

quiet…
purple…
the moon does not haunt me…

wee hours of morn…
a street light glows…
church bells do not sound…

and i lay alone…
in this bed…this bed…
darkness is my love…

day’s troubles and woes are gone…
sleep takes me in…
for i am far…far away…

till day comes…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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