Can't sleep
But I wake up
In a dim lit room
From lamps on the street
Can't move
But my arms will sink
Into the covers
Where I don't have to think
Can't yell
'Cause quicksand is thick
Down my throat
I'd rather give in
Enveloped by blankets
Swallowing tears
Dying like this
I'm facing my fears
Of death and the darkness
I'm deaf and I'm blind
Get me out of this hell
And more importantly,
My mind.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Can't sleep
But I wake up
In a dim lit room
From lamps on the street
Can't move
But my arms will sink
Into the covers
Where I don't have to think
Can't yell
'Cause quicksand is thick
Down my throat
I'd rather give in
Enveloped by blankets
Swallowing tears
Dying like this
I'm facing my fears
Of death and the darkness
I'm deaf and I'm blind
Get me out of this hell
And more importantly,
My mind.
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