Lord, my Lord — let me sleep forever.
Restless is my soul; let it rest forever.
This shallow heart is more complex than ever —
let me die, in spirit, tonight.
I died a long time ago, in every way but body;
now, today, let me sleep endlessly.
Say my prayers, and remember everyone;
let my wandering soul rest in your garden.
A martyr I am not,
a flower of love I do not have —
only a boulevard of longing dreams
that shattered my mind with a knife of panic.
Let me rest today, completely.
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