Iced dreams weigh heavy <br />on my heart; <br />and while I sleep my demons die, <br />but when I wake the echoes cry. <br />This quicksand keeps tugging; <br />tug, tugging at my feet. <br />Chained to my own impatience <br />as the vultures circle above; <br />I’m juggling the frustrations of failure <br />while the angels harmonize with Spanish guitars. <br />Charcoal tears stain my face, <br />nicotine stains my eyes; <br />and my nervous feelings start to fade <br />as the bleeding cello of infinite happiness <br />tickles my eardrums. <br />My darling, life is hard; <br />I’m talking having open wounds on your wrists <br />and being forced to work in a lemonade factory <br />hand squeezing gallons of juice, hard. <br /> But no one said paranoia was fun, <br />that is, no one but me. <br />Dancing with indifference under the starlight, <br />my lover’s eyes flutter, <br />while our feet shuffle to the beat <br />of my anxiety. <br />Make sure to love me, <br />even when I’m gone. <br /> <br /> <br />suicidalcrow.blogspot.com<br /><br />kyle turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-sleep-when-awake-i-m-awake-when-i-sleep/
