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Sleep Walked Stalker

Sleep
The most divine form of self intimacy
Being comfortable with more then just skin and bone
But the heart and soul of human flesh
True ecstasy

The flight from this decadence,
This hollowed ground of safety
Serves as a testament
To how far I’ve dragged my self down

Foundation, comfort and security
Disbanded and replaced
With alcohol, cigarettes and cut-up ecstasy

Now I have real reasons not to sleep
Yet all I can do is wander
And wonder
What it’ll take to wake
To see
And clean out
All the sh**
I've let creep and become
All of me




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