All I Want Is Sleep

when morning comes to me something I truely hate to see I have to struggle for one more day and though death I do not seek I'd never turn away to seek escape from the touch of death's cold lips on my life-battered cheek sleep is far more real to me, so far superior to being awake... when sunrise calls to me it is a call I would gladly shake It's a taste, somehow, I suspect of the death we have to face, If so, I fear death no more and in fact I do embrace in dreams I soar about, no place is closed to me, imagine then, what death... has for us to open up to see and if this belief is wrong and I'm merely food for worms, I've feelings very strong, it won't be among my concerns.