lundi, juin 23, 2008

sleepless night.

a night of restless sleep
dreams sharp like razor blades
cutting my mind with every frame
bleeding those feelings in this coma

I can't help but not want to wake up
and when I do I cry
And helplessly ask why
My mind playing games with me

those images always hard to forget
my soul always hard to forgive
It hurt to sleep
but I can't do anything else.