Like a pick of the finger,
Or the poisoning of blood.
My body feels like it’s crawling through mud.
My eyes feel heavy.
My soul feels crossed.
Why is it that I feel so lost?
It’s in these moments,
When sleep is never enough
It’s falling into dreaming, and never wanting to wake up.
I fall, I fall far into sleep.
Wondering where it is that my feelings will peak.
Down down, to that place of slumber
Like something has torn my body asunder.
It’s not even that I am hurt.
It’s not because I am diseased
My only problem is that my heart is not pleased.
Nothing seems to smell so sweet.
And nothing at all can compel me to my feet.
And yet I recollect on the past and present
Twisting and turning in ways not so pleasant
So I call to you oh sleeping beauty
Is it not the perilous prick that put you down
Or is it the tumultuous feelings about the crown?
Maybe if I just sleep a little bit more
The clouds will change
And this feeling be no more.
Yeah if I sleep a little bit more
Perhaps there will be a reason to wake up for.