Why is it I who must suffer in this
Why is it I who must bear it alone
My eyes grow weary of and sleep I do miss
My ears grow weary of the night’s cold dead drone

The fears of my mind move before my sight
There is not a place to which I can rest
I lay and wait in the darkness left by the light
My head buzzes with pain a hornets nest

Tiss madness I fear that is taking hold
I wish to leave pain to fly in sweet bliss
A barren waste seems to have the sad world
As I lay waiting for deaths cruel last kiss


Sleep is but the balm that soothes your hurt mind
Favor it for without life is not quite kind