Availability of the shud eye.

Would rest thine body, slow the vaporize, if only he was allowed to shut his eyes.
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Would rest his tired spirit like  rain into vapour, if he could trust she would be alive, if he rests his eyes, goes nunnise. 

That she won't stop breathing and demise. 

Love is a brutal hypnotize. 

And what he doesn't realize, is  that her marbles, scruples, and balance are all comprised. 

She says things over and over again, lost that intellectual brain. 

He's almost insane, driving quick , asleep at the wheel. 

Only sleep can heal. 

Avoiding what's good for you, what's new. 

I know she's that important to you, enough to miss out and love still. 

To swallow that bitter pill. 

Shudder to think, it's all a bit stink. 

How love so grand has another hand. 

Sleep when he's dead, he tells me. 

Can't help out unless you get in, and what a horrible predicament your in. 

Sorry I can do nothing. 

Your avoiding the sand man, his sand is only vapor, fine dust around you. 

He should rest but she's not able. 

He could shut down from loves exhaustion, at any blink of an eye. 

He knows he bonded forever, past the body's burning, the last  vaporize. 

He Wants to be blown in the wind, like the answers.