I Sleep In Shock

I sleep in shock and hair thy hand that parted eye off beauty. Young and old that one bed kept empty lays to claim them all, And looking on, it's better by she whom will after sadly leave, Now the devil with those eyes above cruel mask asks himself. Today I grew less and feared sleep more and how they forced, departed guilt upon those seven deaths they put asleep.... Memories tossed outside white cups of skull....while deep... below young oceans glow and troubles tossed dry too weep. And electrodes burn the heart of art and you look up a little shocked.