When I awake but the day's not begun I've prayed for more sleep to avoid what's to come.
Sleeping to get better or at least to feel numb.
Once was a time when I had conviction, believed in some things and life was of interest.
But I was so wrong when I thought I was right, gave up the best thing I've known in my life.
Now never so much have I wanted of another to leave me alone no longer bother.
But oh how they still resound like a thunder, taunt me in the day time, haunt me in slumber.
Sometimes now thinking only hows wheres and whens. Of finding a new place to make up a new bed.
And never awake but just bury my head in a cold mess of steel or tangle of thread.
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