Break this pattern
Mind left scattered
In the wake
Of my mistakes
Restless souls with wicked dreams
In essence cold, elicit means
Paint a picture - a thousand words
Satan's whisper sounds absurd
Break the pattern
Like a mirror shattered
A new found fate
Still wrapped in plastic
My escape.
Elastic morals - relapse to hate
Drastic measures perhaps disgrace
Write the path but hear the pain
Fight the ash of desires flame
Again.
There is no rest without sleep
Yet, we sleep without rest
As I lay me down to think
What seems a blink, or maybe less
An alarm goes off inside my head
So I awoke just to question if I'd slept
Ask the clock if I'm awake
'No reply' I guess it's safe to say the answer is yes
And yes.