Inside a novel, I pondered
Where reality is out of reach
Outside the caged world
I read my way through

In deep waters
I slept, drowning
In a snow-covered forest
I laid down, freezing

Basically, I am saying
That I wanna lay in a coffin
Nothing coming and nothing going
Just a peaceful night that won't end

I closed the book and sighed
The author and I are one
The character and I have no differences
And our story is in a little mess


© kirstenong