Ian Petch Poet I do not know?

Sleep

I’ve come too far to be here again
With one more coloured lie to dress up my shame
Drifting out of time away from you all
I’m holding onto pain as I let myself take the fall

I’m burying myself and removing my friends
Assassinating love and creating an end
Speaking to a wall that’s painted with dreams
I gather up my hate and turn the wall into screams

When nothing left is real
There’s nothing left to see
I’ve nothing left to love
I’ve given in to misery

With fear at my door I stand all alone
I either turn away or turn myself into stone
Unable to react I seem to stop and stare
But fear has taken what was left and I collapse within its care

With nothing left to be
Nobody else to use
I close my eyes and whisper hate
I’ve given in to self abuse

I never had to breathe
I never had to die
I gave into the darkest places before I could deny
My eyes will burn in sleepless visions and there’s nothing left to fight

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