ETERNAL SLEEP
It's sunny,
but I feel so cold.
How long has it been
since I had last been consoled?
Laying in this bed,
in such a dark field
with others much like me,
with wounds that will never be healed.
We spend most of our days roaming the streets,
and all our nights 6 feet under.
We haunt our past enemies,
at night when there is thunder.
Showcasing my work the way I know best.
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