My mind is dying, an ember whose flames have long since left, My head is spinning like a boat thats gone adrift, Round and round she spins so high, never touching the ground, I'm afraid she'll die. If only sleep came more often, a haven from this storm. If only I could spend a night sleeping nice and soft and warm.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC
My mind is dying, an ember whose flames have long since left, My head is spinning like a boat thats gone adrift, Round and round she spins so high, never touching the ground, I'm afraid she'll die. If only sleep came more often, a haven from this storm. If only I could spend a night sleeping nice and soft and warm.
