I am captivated by the freedom of a dream
My imagination locked behind bars made of cotton
Hidden in darkness as my eyelashes weave into the pillow
My legs wrapped in sheets like a ball and chain
That I must carry off to sleep
Made of the same lead that keeps heavy eyes closed
I have fallen head over shackled heels
For this bed frame fortress that holds me
The soft edges that leave creases on my face
The warm blankets that melt my will to fight
In love with the captor, Sleep, itself
I give into the abuse of exhaustion and accept my fate as a slave
it has me under its twisted Stockholm spell
I am sick
I don't want to escape
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
I am captivated by the freedom of a dream
My imagination locked behind bars made of cotton
Hidden in darkness as my eyelashes weave into the pillow
My legs wrapped in sheets like a ball and chain
That I must carry off to sleep
Made of the same lead that keeps heavy eyes closed
I have fallen head over shackled heels
For this bed frame fortress that holds me
The soft edges that leave creases on my face
The warm blankets that melt my will to fight
In love with the captor, Sleep, itself
I give into the abuse of exhaustion and accept my fate as a slave
it has me under its twisted Stockholm spell
I am sick
I don't want to escape
E.B.
