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tonight is one of those nights the sadness is so great i can do nothing but sleep now.

sick with it, unable to move with it, heavier than a nine month pregnancy with it,

i stumble blind tear driven to my bed.

there is no one to call who can help,

except rest, blackness, unconscious, death.

Give me my little dose of death tonight.

Dear Lord and Green Goddess,

give me my dose of death tonight.

No boy who ever holds me will mean more to me than

it, because boys die and blackness is forever.

I know the meaning of forever and it is in sleep.

Tonight the sadness is debilitating,

I need to push on but there is no longer any question,

if I don't surrender to my bed

I might put a bullet in my head with all the other thoughts.

Heavy as a Nam vet with it, heaving like asthma with it, throwing it up all over

the ground on the path to the blankets,

i barely make it

to the sheets.

God if anything give me sleep

and i know

tomorrow

i will wake and have to wait

until night

to realize

once again

the only things safe to love

are sleep, blackness, unconscious death.