Sleep... Poem by Stormy Knight

Let me take you on a journey through my soul, my life,
Show you what I feel, these things I cannot express,
First, imagine smiling after a slap in the face,
Then, imagine doing it twenty-four hours, seven days a week,
They say, 'However long the night, the day will break.'
Yes, that's true, the sun does rise,
But what if day and night are one,
You cannot distinguish the two,
And you never look at the clock,
Every second that passes,
Is one you grow to regret,
Just try to understand,
Why I have grown to adore the night,
Even more, sleep,
Eight hours he recommends,
What about twelve, how does fourteen sound,
Fourteen, my body would enjoy sixteen,
But my mind would, twenty-four,
Do you know what it's like, to be scared of your thoughts,
To try to hide your desires from yourself, unruly,
They say it is a sad day when one must laugh,
To keep from crying,
But more importantly,
Sleep, to keep from thinking,
Sleep, ya see,
Is just a sweet sliver of death,
Sweet and innocent,
Peaceful and darling,
Oh, how irresistible,
Lick your fingers good,
Let me sleep forever.