(Cold/Sleep)
by MistressAli

I can't sleep, 
Not with the cold, and the ghosts
And the dead dogs rotting in the ground
I can't sleep with the frost-covered grass outside,
And the shivers,
The weight on the end of my bed,
Like a hand pressing there.

The ghosts, drawing the warmth
From the air, jealous of the heat
Of me, my sluggish heartbeat,
And the tears on my cheeks
Oh, trade me places, then
So I can sleep
Without a twitch and spasm of limbs...
The images of white dogs 
Rotting in the ground.

I'm so cold - I'll draw the covers close
And curl inside there
Please leave me my warmth
It's all I have,
And yet, I possess too
The bitterness of memories, dry mouth
And tangled hair, headphones ringing
Death songs in my ears
And flashing there, along the whites of my 
Eyes where I can barely see,
But still discern
Still shudder to think
Of my wasted life 
And the image of dead dogs
Rotting in the ground.