Eyes Close, Lights On
Sleeping is the time of peace
But my dreams make this cease
I scream through the dream
Or ream from the blows to my psyche
I don’t remember or care
Whats real or not there.
My head lays down
I found my ground
I stand up and walk around
But in my head
I see the dead
He showers me
With what I need to feel
She stares at me
With those eyes
I don’t care to hate to see
I just can’t stand sympathy
My own mind hates me
It gives and takes
As it shatters and breaks
My sanity
And as my eyes flutter on
I stutter at the thought their gone
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