Why is it I who must suffer in this
Why is it I who must bear it alone
My eyes grow weary of and sleep I do miss
My ears grow weary of the night’s cold dead drone
The fears of my mind move before my sight
There is not a place to which I can rest
I lay and wait in the darkness left by the light
My head buzzes with pain a hornets nest
Tiss madness I fear that is taking hold
I wish to leave pain to fly in sweet bliss
A barren waste seems to have the sad world
As I lay waiting for deaths cruel last kiss
Sleep is but the balm that soothes your hurt mind
Favor it for without life is not quite kind
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 12:12 PM UTC
Why is it I who must suffer in this
Why is it I who must bear it alone
My eyes grow weary of and sleep I do miss
My ears grow weary of the night’s cold dead drone
The fears of my mind move before my sight
There is not a place to which I can rest
I lay and wait in the darkness left by the light
My head buzzes with pain a hornets nest
Tiss madness I fear that is taking hold
I wish to leave pain to fly in sweet bliss
A barren waste seems to have the sad world
As I lay waiting for deaths cruel last kiss
Sleep is but the balm that soothes your hurt mind
Favor it for without life is not quite kind