Snooze Lose

We fighters rarely sleep ok.
We know not of surrender’s sway.

We know the breaks & we know strife.
We well know the way of the knife.

We are your great & mighty foes.
We’re not the types to take as goes.

We know not of the softer side.
We die by battle & by pride.

We can’t conceive to reconcile
We don’t know honeyed words; just bile.

The soft retreat of bed’s embrace…
Can’t comfort like leather & mace.

Insanely quiet solid rest…
Is not where fighters prove their best.

Release required for REM.
We fighters release pure mayhem.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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