Ode to sleep

until my demise...
i'll write a story in vivid picture
as forgotten dreams turn to lies,
bury my face in cotton candy clouds,
...see that razzz Clap like thunder,
then I take off as doves do to flight
Always high...less enthused to her realness...(life)
Killed the child but she still won't throw it back for a nigga..."such is life"

why the fuck did I write this...
An Ode to sleep when my demons call,
Wrote a story, withered picture..  
Until my demise... maybe rule his world?