Early to bed early to rise
More time to sleep
Less time to cry.
But sleep isn't peace
And peace isn't sleep
Because bed is the place
Nightmares come to me.
They haunt and they taunt
They whisper to me.
Show me the things
I beg not to see
Show me that I'm
What I plead not to be.
Take me away
And poison me gently,
On thousands of pillows
I lay there and suddenly
My mistakes fly over me
And cast me into calm
And then this calamity hits me
And I want to run
But its all so stunning,
So bright and obscure
That I get confused
And go out the wrong door.
What I thought was the way
To forgetting and home
Was the door leading into
My horror struck home.
The fire was leaping
And my sins pushed me out
I fell with a scream
That wouldn't come out.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
Early to bed early to rise
More time to sleep
Less time to cry.
But sleep isn't peace
And peace isn't sleep
Because bed is the place
Nightmares come to me.
They haunt and they taunt
They whisper to me.
Show me the things
I beg not to see
Show me that I'm
What I plead not to be.
Take me away
And poison me gently,
On thousands of pillows
I lay there and suddenly
My mistakes fly over me
And cast me into calm
And then this calamity hits me
And I want to run
But its all so stunning,
So bright and obscure
That I get confused
And go out the wrong door.
What I thought was the way
To forgetting and home
Was the door leading into
My horror struck home.
The fire was leaping
And my sins pushed me out
I fell with a scream
That wouldn't come out.
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