I lie awake, for fear of slumber.
Its velvety grip ready to snatch me away
Into a world where nothing matters.
In a place where I feel dead
Yet no one has to grieve.
When it comes for me, I know I'll follow.
Left comatose in a field of numb.
Even if I still have unfinished business.
Even if I still have to atone.
I long for sleep
Because it feels like being dead.
