Things are better when the day is done,
just don’t let the morning come.
The sun goes down, but the words stay hung.
Please don’t let the morning come.
Rest your head, close your eyes.
Maybe listen to a lullaby.
But be still... for if you move,
the shadow comes.
It hurts like hell. It clouds the sky.
And you see nothing.
It never goes, but it sometimes hides.
Didn’t you listen to the lullaby?
You’re supposed to close your eyes.
The silence is the horror behind the noise.
Stay quiet.
Don’t move.
If you panic you’ll make it worse.
I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
Beg for noise and at the same time,
pray for silence.
Please,
just stay quiet.
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray to God you don’t hear me weep.”
There’s supposed to be a lullaby.
Where is the kind? I feel only fear.
Up comes the sun, as I drift off to sleep.
Please, God...
I feel so weak.
All this fuss over a storm that stays so quiet.
Blanket over my head,
please, stay quiet.
They say “don’t worry,”
but this will never end.
I know you hear it.
It doesn’t end.
You can’t shut out this lullaby