The Pillow Conspiracy

When darkness seeps through window panes Like ink through paper, slow and thick These weighted sorrows, winter rains I build defenses, brick by brick Until some comfort still remains My army grows with every piece The lumpy one that gran once owned The clearance finds that bring me peace The fancy silk I should have loaned They multiply without release They guard my edges through the night These cotton soldiers, stained and worn Their battle scars still holding tight To dreams now faded, covers torn Against the shadows' quiet might But whispers rustle in their seams A mutiny is taking shape These cushioned troops, these stuffed regimes Are planning quite a grand escape To drown me in their polyester dreams -