The Book Of Sleep

I used to have a bed side book
As did a box of cigarettes
Lie on the side table

Nowadays I fall asleep quick
I pray, I touch the pillow
And am comatose

Yet sleep does not last
A hole in the night
Little duration

Dreams disturb the rest
I need not longer 
Much more

Since expiration closes
In on my bones
And muscles

The spine bent painful 
Practicing to suit
The six planks

Ah, but death´s decay
Enters only the body
Will skip my soul

And fallen I am alive
More than before
When just flesh

Bury me in your book
Let sleep take over
A spirit unchained