Blissful Slumber
Rude awakening
Better not blink, lest you’ll be crying
Let the morning sun blind you, just open the curtain
Don’t let this misery lead you to sobbing
Leave the pillowcase and blanket..
Drenched in brine, soaked in wasted wishes and false starts..
All for what? Just let the maggots do their thing..
I still have the whole day to daydream .. and feel this slow, torturous burn
I know what to give…I know what I deserve..
..please give me something real ..
...and make me more of what I am…make me worth something..
When twilight comes, it’s time to rally the troops again
Ready the soldiers to fight this nocturnal lost cause.
The dreamscape will come … whether I choose to or not..
Then I become less of what I am…a slumbering, lumbering fool..
When dawn breaks again, so will this useless heart of mine..
Dreamless sleep would be nice…