Sometimes I like to go to sleep
and in my garden private reap
incorporeal and silent friends
no need for hurts or make-ammends
When waking into nightmares cold
could I be forward or so bold
to stay right here a moment more
this peaceful place my mind explore
I am not missed my friends aren't real
my pain and sorrow they won't feel
they tell me how so much they care
with hollow vacant bitter air
When nothing in my mind is real
what can hurt me, what can I feel
we medicate to numb our pain
Why then are my holistics vain
Sometimes I like to go to sleep
as haunting thoughts upon me creep
their icy fingers slip away
left behind in yesterday
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
Sometimes I like to go to sleep
and in my garden private reap
incorporeal and silent friends
no need for hurts or make-ammends
When waking into nightmares cold
could I be forward or so bold
to stay right here a moment more
this peaceful place my mind explore
I am not missed my friends aren't real
my pain and sorrow they won't feel
they tell me how so much they care
with hollow vacant bitter air
When nothing in my mind is real
what can hurt me, what can I feel
we medicate to numb our pain
Why then are my holistics vain
Sometimes I like to go to sleep
as haunting thoughts upon me creep
their icy fingers slip away
left behind in yesterday
Mr. Fox, you are missed
