What is sleep?
Most people define it as a relaxation, and a way to clear your mind
Me, I define sleep as one step closer to death
Cause you lay there in your bed, so still
You feel like you death, the only difference is your breathing
I embrace the feel of death from every angle
Sleep is just another thing that we don’t think about much
Some of us fear death, but if you don’t fear sleep then don’t fear death
Sleep is just another thing that’s a cycle we live in
Just as Edgar Allen has once said “ Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.”

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem

This Poems Story