deathtoforls

Sleeping too much ravages the mind

A fine line
between friend and foe
As shadows reach across bleak asphalt
like your fingers at midnight

Long stares of silent wisdom
all but confuse a misguided heart
Shallow words and hollow promises
lay dormant at my feet

Eyes that burn
speak volumes of apology
Though you never uttered
a single word

Adrift in a state of narcoleptic bliss
twenty-two hours of peace
Coffee stagnant in a half empty cup
cold as our embrace

Thoughts so bleak
but you never could
Discern the difference