Mar 19, 2006 17:26
there's a sinking whole
in the pit of me
and there again
are the six feet
down I was digging
except this time I can see it
and I grasp the shovel harder
each time I scream in my head
to let go
just fucking
let go
you don't need the shovel
the axe
or the pick
just live and let live
but there I go
shovel and hoe
attached to my hands
as if I were born with them there
the angels in the square sing me to sleep
but they are not there
when I wake up in the morning
they are not there
to help me
exit the dream world
seamlessly
because here I am
full of seams
and the beams on my headboard
do nothing to cheer me
as I fight
that drowning dream again
as I fight
to throw off sleep
this thing that has become my enemy
if I could be an insomniac I would
but my body beckons me
down a tunnel
of a different color
and showers me
in sandman's dust
while I am tied
hand and foot
kicking and screaming
screaming that I don't deserve this peace
this peace
of
what dreams may come