Sleeping through life
you annoy me

you know nothing
of what I am
nor of what
we were

you refuse the cure

you lag behind
in the now
boring me
with flat bits
of trivia

spat out
as you snore
in evermore

Do you think
the truth
unable
a fable

God you're
unstable

cannot
will not
slip into
your mind
as you dream

I scream!

Wake up you bastard
the dawn has come

this bed

my life

is not big enough
for two.

WhiteRose