These drugs help ease me back to sleep,
As I'm killed by promises I didn't keep.
Today's motivation was found in my bed.
It's the only way I can pacify my head.
I wake up to fall asleep all over again.
A pillow or a gun is now my only friend.
A companion to hold is great too I hear.
But that is a joy that I'll never feel.
Bad health suffocates me back to sleep.
If I'm lucky I'll awaken six feet deep.
Eight hours to bury such an ugly face,
And I wondered why you call me a waste.
Tears soak these sheets without a try.
It is the souls way of begging to die.
A warm bed is all that's worth seeing,
When I live in a life without meaning.
Most brag about their great sex in bed,
I brag how I can enjoy being this dead.
I hide under covers like a beat child,
Fearing you'll beg me to crack a smile.
I curse the alarm clock as it screams,
For my only happiness comes in dreams.
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