Surreal Siblings

Sleep and death are siblings
Fighting to control the reins that pull
Fragile eyelids hooked on slumber strings
Elder lies and lures, younger tries to cure

Sleep holds it tighter to his warmth
And ties it with dreamlights thin
So the mind can lie at leisure
And lather in its glow and glee

Death dares to snatch it and leave
Into the land where cold never melts off
He pushes the mind to freeze fatal
And body to burn or bury in blood

Most often in this fight, the traitor mind
Wishes to join the elder, ignoring the younger
Former shows glimpses of gore in mares
And latter has to stitch the linenlores close

With layers of clouds that soak breaths
Sleep still struggles to coddle and cafune'
Heart and soul, but who can escape from
The hands of death that cradles one's destiny


|| They can't change but commingle to exist
They can't help but stay and steal the show
One time to serve and one time to swallow
Till the soul isn't awake to search for them ||


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