Another song on my sleep concept album...enjoy
I lay down to sleep, eyes shut but when my head meets,
The feathers of my pillow and satin sin of bed sheets,
Why can't I sleep, I don't want to feel this sadness,
I have a plant to reap, I have to heal this madness,
As I lie awake, I stair into blackness, its bone chilling,
Silence echoes, I hear nothing and get that alone feeling,
As I try to fall asleep, I must, should I call the sheep,
I know I shouldn't I try to reach for tales, too tall to keep,
My sealed eyes, yeild cries, but they're blink in blood,
My bed is a trap, a coffin, slowly I shake, as I sink in mud,
But why must I cry, my sad tear trails, just fear fails,
Blood stains in my room, are scattered here and there,
My eyes are shut, yet I still feel and fear the stair,
Of the demons that chase me down, they're near I swear,
Their lies are never truth, they're all just a smeared dare,
The speak with gingivitis, trying to always clear the air,
Now do I sleep, just tell me how to sleep,
Do I close my eyes, blue so I close the skies,
Cover up or shiver to death, or say come hither to death,
Will I lose it all in one night, in some fright,
Insomniacs, should try to act like Gandi acts,
Insomniacs, a gift and curse, for we have longer days,
But each night we are left, in an even stronger daze,
I'm hostile when I speak, I'm dostile when I seek,
I look for apostles that are weak, fossils at their peak,
I'm stoic when I dream, a secret its like I know it at the seem,
Of my lips, yet I'm wonderin' when will I whisper my secret,
The whore knows it, so I have to kiss her to keep it,
I'm shaking where I stand, the quaking scared my hand,
Into a bitter cold sweat, I'm aged wonderin' am I old yet,
I feel my raised goose bumps on my back an' neck,
They're from the demon screamin' have I distracted you yet,
I mus'nt, this night I planned, my slick slight of hand,
I write in sand, with seashells, from three hells,
They flee wells, its not a sight to stand, once again,
I can't sleep, for I feel the build up of months of sin,
I rest easy, but my pillow gives me hollow trust,
My dreams love whore, tugging saying follow us,
My coffin tells me its dirty secret, I miss naught dying,
Knowing I'm obsolete gave me joyful, distraught crying,
Now do I sleep, just tell me how to sleep,
Do I close my eyes, blue so I close the skies,
Cover up or shiver to death, or say come hither to death,
Will I lose it all in one night, in some fright,
Insomniacs, should try to act like Gandi acts,
Insomniacs, a gift and curse, for we have longer days,
But each night we are left, in an even stronger daze,
I hope, that my tooth is spared, it was loose and scared,
I hope he's not taken, and I hope the slueth is snared,
And if the detectives give up, I'll know the truth is there,
Even though I swim in false hope, and truth despare,
I just want more than a dollar under my pillow,
Bedsheets my restraint, my collar's thunder my steel toe,
The sheets smother under a pile, and then defeats a mother,
The angel of death tried to pull a fast one and cheats another,
I'm like Caesar, warned but unaware of the ides of march,
My weak back breaks, my spine then rides the arch,
My fingers are revived, they died while holdin siringes,
The paramedics unscrewed my precious golden hinges,
They saw I was wide awake, I saw what they tried to take,
A heartbreak, for another night is lost, inside I ache,
But tomorrow, again, I'll try and sleep, I'll die to keep,
My dreams, my secrets, but will you try to keep it,
Now do I sleep, just tell me how to sleep,
Do I close my eyes, blue so I close the skies,
Cover up or shiver to death, or say come hither to death,
Will I lose it all in one night, in some fright,
Insomniacs, should try to act like Gandi acts,
Insomniacs, a gift and curse, for we have longer days,
But each night we are left, in an even stronger daze,