Do I talk in my sleep anymore?
No one seems to know.
I sleep alone
Deep beneath the sands of time.
Do I moan and toss the night away?
No one can say,
For I lie deep, deep beneath the clay.

In my somber neglige,
The frilly stillness of my tomb,
I am finally alone in my room,
And someone else has fixed my hair.
I finally have something to wear,
But alas, nowhere to go.

But do I still talk in my sleep anymore?
No one can say.
No one can know.

-jenn