 Moonlight hits the corner of your eye.
Moonlight hits the corner of your eye.I'll hear him as he sleeps,
His fever dream.
I render as I'm caught
Seizing the night.
I sail into the 
Faceless twilight.
I will disguise myself as a 
Sleeping pill, 
And hold eternity in my grasp, 
Until you awake.
 
 

very nice poem :)
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