The Allure Of Sleep Poem by Victoria Lam

I am seduced every night,
as black paints over my white desk,
my stained carpet,
cloaking my closet in darkness.

It tucks me into bed and whispers silence into my mind,
pouring a bliss called nothingness onto the insanity
which occupies my thoughts.

Its numbness is enticing,
exciting,
like a cold breath that raises a thousand goosebumps
across my bare chest.

Seduction rolls in like black velvet,
intoxicating,
undressing me into peace,
wrapping me in a dream world as
vulnerable as my imagination.