Dusk to Dust

I don’t find the solace I desire
With the setting of the sun

The ceiling stares back at me
Blankly impassive
Vaguely menacing

When sleep comes
Like an unexpected kiss

I break its bones with my embrace
I leave a curse on its lips

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