Sleep Poem by mat klink

Too much of a drug can kill you,
Your blood hits the floor and its still blue,
The colors collide as the worls can divide,
Sometimes you wake up on the other side.

If you listen you can hear the spirits,
Waking up inside these wall,
In the morbid visions of her eyes,
They mock you as you fall.

Joy turns to sorrow,
Smiles turn to knives,
Sometimes you wake up on the other side.

Panic turns to grief,
When the worlds had enough,
Sometimes you dont even wake up.

Wake up and come home,
Back to me.