tick tock the time passes and passes..
i don't want you to feel pain i just want mine to cease.
stumbling around in the dark looking for that lightswitch. these tattered limbs tell the tale of years of every which way but sight. but if you found that switch would you run from the light? i might... i might... no.. that's surely not right.
does this make sense? is it meant to?
everyday i watch you slip slip slip away. through my fingers. i wish i could make sense of things for you. i wish i could do anything but look on with hands tied. as much as you have put me through nothing aches as much as being witness to this.
sleep, you used to be so good to me... where have you gone?
stumbling around in the dark looking for that lightswitch. these tattered limbs tell the tale of years of every which way but sight. but if you found that switch would you run from the light? i might... i might... no.. that's surely not right.
does this make sense? is it meant to?
everyday i watch you slip slip slip away. through my fingers. i wish i could make sense of things for you. i wish i could do anything but look on with hands tied. as much as you have put me through nothing aches as much as being witness to this.
sleep, you used to be so good to me... where have you gone?