*Sleeping pills*
The cup was half filled with tyranny of deceit,
I took eleven sips down,
With my lips resting on her magical lining,
She was the pill in a black crest,
Hovering the wall of my lids,
With her beauty piecing my eyes that bled as stars,
I want to carry her to my dreamland,
Where lovers bury their hearts beside the butterflies,
I am sleeping for ten centuries,
Let’s build a giant castle before we wake up to our own mirage.
*MD Alhassan*