Sleep, Sleep My Precious Mind
Let no eye blind itself from my art
No ear bid deaf to the cry of my humble heart
I once stood at the top where many set foot today only to topple upon my eyes
Empty, a volume far in depth to ever achieve maximum level
Why have I fallen? My heart weeps in agony
Pity feel not for its strength glows with rage
I scream to top my lungs, and still I am not heard
My eyes shut and my light fades me guilty
Perfect far from it, I fail even more
My pages grow weak, my lines begin to populate with negativity
Am I to walk in no direction? I lose to my own game
Where the rules have been corrupted and know I am the enemy
If only I could have done otherwise, if only that
My mind sings to my fallen spirit
Where I held hands once stood my guardian angel
If only my heart could hear, if only that
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