I haven't been able to sleep at night
and you say it must be nightmares
but who needs monsters in dreams
when im sleeping next to you.
Used to be I could fill those scary hours
with dreams of ecstasy
but now that high is dry
and is leaving only despairing
nights of twisting and turning
and arms of empty air
a numbness slowly creeps
its vines climbing down my throat
wrapping a death grip on my soul
making a prison of fear
and starving all my dreams
which were offered up as a sacrifice
to live with the nightmare of you.
Get me out of this bed
and give me strength to run.
Break these chains
and shake these cobwebs
put a heat in my blood
to revive my cold heart.
and a fire in the lungs
to burn away the fog
and to release the scream
to wake me up.