I am captivated by the freedom of a dream My imagination locked behind bars made of cotton Hidden in darkness as my eyelashes weave into the pillow
My legs wrapped in sheets like a ball and chain That I must carry off to sleep Made of the same lead that keeps heavy eyes closed
I have fallen head over shackled heels For this bed frame fortress that holds me The soft edges that leave creases on my face The warm blankets that melt my will to fight
In love with the captor, Sleep, itself I give into the abuse of exhaustion and accept my fate as a slave it has me under its twisted Stockholm spell I am sick I don't want to escape