On My Nerves, She Sleeps(Darker Rewrite Inspired By Poe) Poem by O.S. Brooks

Centrally from my slumbering lover,
The sound that sleeping dreams whisper,
Breaks my heart, my soul, my back.
She dreams passionately about her affair
While pretending to sleep
I, count the memories of such imperfection
Then, cotton my ears to muffle the sound

Whispered names are not
Suppressed are these at night
Not a clue to as of who
Is sleeping with...

Her secrets never speak
Our blankets never lie
On my nerves, she sleeps
I barely dream at night

My lover’s dreams are killing me
They press me to thyne edge
I Lay awake and see if moans
Will grant me some knowledge
Yet, ignorance is how time's spent
At least to ease our pact
We lost our bond seems now it's gone
and not returning back
So, restless I commit to lay awake
and mend my wounds
the cuts that came that summer's day
while arguing last June

Her secrets never speak
Our blankets never lie
On my nerves, she sleeps
I barely dream at night

Hatred lays beneath our sheets
And stays there once it acts
I tried to leave, yet lack of proof
Convinced me to come back
If proof enough is not my bluff
Then let the notion be
The fact that I woud act in vain
If justice where with me
Yet, law and I are not a pair
We rarely see one's eye
In fact, the fact is fact is enough
That time is on her side
So, distant as her deed my seem
It causes me such pain
I'd end my pulse for more results
And let my blood form rain
To drowned her in a lasting dream
Our be sane once a gain

Her secrets never speak
Our blankets never lie
On my nerves, she sleeps
I dare not dream at night