Oh Sleeper,    
How do I steal back those handsome days      
that we walled together with lies and deception?      
We made out under the bright light of Berenice's hair      
and drank down sanity with morphine,      
bottled prettily with the guises      
you weave all your life.      
We're too clever for our own good      
and too scared      
for the mundane.      
How I wish I could be like you.      
The lightness that goes one with your skin.      
You gamble with ease      
while I can only fathom what's left in here      
and grope for what's missing      
all this time.      
You covet a kiss, a touch, a release      
for I'm always on hand for your pleasure.      
And like a crowbar that won't pry,      
I'll stand watch while you swing on chandeliers      
with the beauty and allure of them all,    
until they give way.      
Let me catch your fall.      
Pull my hair hard and harder      
and again.      
You know I'll earnestly hand you that whip, my love.      
Bring on the shackles.      
Make me your play thing!      
then break my will      
like what you're designed to do      
right from the very start...      

Oh Sleeper, come lean on me.      
Let me sing to you the gale of these unanswered metaphors.      
Let me touch you with this bittersweet longing      
for the love that's never there.      
Long dead even before it is ever born.      
I still picture your pretty eyes      
while you cavort with your other angels      
in minis.  
Written by heyycyanides (Joa)
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