I want to hide away and cry
But it seems my eyes have both run dry
A bright spot in this haze of black
Would give me nothing but a heart attack
A heart attack might wake me up
But I'd just drink from your poisoned cup
Then I could go back to sleep
And be within the angels' keep
"The angels' keep, or the demons'?" you say
It matters not to me either way
As long as I don't have to wake
And I shall be all yours, for the take
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
I want to hide away and cry
But it seems my eyes have both run dry
A bright spot in this haze of black
Would give me nothing but a heart attack
A heart attack might wake me up
But I'd just drink from your poisoned cup
Then I could go back to sleep
And be within the angels' keep
"The angels' keep, or the demons'?" you say
It matters not to me either way
As long as I don't have to wake
And I shall be all yours, for the take
24 June 2014
