Sleep, sleep,
The little imp that snatches out the light.
Sleep that comes and sleep that takes away.
Sleep that cloaks and drags us down below.
Sleep in shadow, sleep in moonbeams.
Sleep that stoppers throats and sews shut eyes.
Sleep, sleep,
Sleep that the day may come.
2 Heartening Responses From People Who Care:
Hey, this was a status! :O
There's a mall basically in the same town which is small and seedy and old, so no one goes there. Is it that kind of depressing? Because really, the entire point of a mall is commercialism. They're trying to sell things, you know?
I find it easily amusing that the 'town center' of my town, which includes the mall, is so extremely popular and prosperous, and is on the West side--bordered by all the poor people, like myself ^.^ A great example of a business going back into the community, eh? I guess all the East-side and out-of-town people are the ones who actually shop there, since everything is so damn expensive half the time. I would love to see one of their faces if they veered off the 'Million Dollar Road' and actually saw the suburbs surrounding it...
Okay, that was a rant. Oh, and I like your poem :3
As soon as I read the word "stoppers" all I could think of was "I'll teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death..." What can I say, nerd through and through, hehe.
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