It’s
11:32 and
I cannot sleep

I close my eyes
And count sheep

But in the midst
Of jumping clouds

I see a man
All dressed in shrouds

He beckons me to come near
But I am choked o’re by fear

I start to leave and crack a lid
But then I see
A little
Kid

She’s all dolled up in frills and pink
Right then, my heart begins to sink

Her eyes are dull
While mine are full

And tears
Begin to leak
When I come closer
To take a peek

She’s all made up
Just like a doll
But
While her heels are tall
And her dress
Fit for a ball

Her eyes;
They have no soul
It seems that death
Is her goal

Little Bow Peep
Starts to weep

And her sheep begin
To disappear
One by one
As I leer

The man of shrouds
Took the clouds

And

My little

Bow Peep

Was lost

Among

Her sheep