7 August 2012
E ven though I've slept,
X -cept for after morn,
H eavy limbs and pale face,
A lways leaves me torn.
U nderstand my tiredness,
S o let me back asleep...
T o go into oblivion,
I s how I want to keep.
O n and on the tiredness...
N ext wave... Here it comes.
EXHAUSTION • Opuss № I