Sleeping Awake - Poem by Lance Carthen
So sick as you sleep.
Hells caught in the crossroads.
The beggars breath stinks.
Throw down the mirror.
Golden locks to drops of blood.
Broken gate open.
Self esteem stolen.
Trapped between lust and love.
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