4) poem // "how i slept"

some nights...
lightning is caught behind my eyelids

corpse

murderers do not sleep soundly
damnable dreams of bodies and souls;
so too do my yesterdays haunt me
with a cyclone of confused screams
are they mine own?

and storms of regrets hailing down
and lightning behind my eyes
and restless cold and damp skin
slick with dream-rain and sweat
the days
they beg for life;
yet i still commit the act
because i can only rest shortly
by warm corpses.