Dream a Little Dream

Dream a Little Dream
I succumb to the pains, to the vice that holds us all in its grip. Sleep; the universal addiction. A release from the burden of thinking my own thoughts, and the purgatory of other people. Eyes shut, with now awareness of breath or pulse. Every night we prepare for death in this way, But with all escapes from that which plages us, This one comes with a price. Horrible visions. A lover with serpentine eyes... and such hunger. Demons Plage me in both worlds. Every fix but the last one is sadly temporary. Sleep is waking's retreat and waking sleep's. …