Dont wake me up
trouble me not
with your songs
bang not my door
with your knocks
I am too weak to wake up
I should die.
Dont touch me
my limbs are weak
and my passions fragile
down deep within my pulses cold
and my senses old
Dont feel me, I am senseless bane.
Dont tease me
with your smiles
my wrinkled life is full of fails
I should die or I shall cry
I am baking within scorched by pinching suns
I should die or my sluggy fellings creep to stinks.
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