My old friend! I’ve come to talk.

Sleep, like little slices of death
I don’t want the whole cake — way more than I could possibly handle —
But a larger serving to begin with might be nice.
The little friendly helper from the bottle
Pulls me gentle but firm
Insistent but kind
And as I close my eyes
Welcome the cold embrace
Of the darkness…
I finally find a hint of a smile.

Goodnight.

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