"Death's Best Friend"
"Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep: And yet a third of Life is passed in sleep." - Lord Byron
Why does it seem, I can never get enough sleep?
Is it because its the closest thing to death?
As I lay still and close my eyes,
I cant help but wonder, am I taking my last breath?
Of all the beautiful girls in the world,
how can I expect you to love me?
You say love is a game for the weak and the ignorant,
but thats not how its suppossed to be.
You're only as weak and ignorant as you allow yourself to be;
That goes with love, as well as hate.
You only hate what you dont understand,
leaving you in a passive-agressive kind of state.
Sleep never comes easy,
no matter how tired I am.
Insomniac at heart,
I sleep when I can.
I feel my life is already wasted away enough,
but sleep is the only time I do not feel.
I do not think. I do not worry. I do not fear.
I escape the everyday, the real.
So go ahead and hate me if you wish.
Go ahead and use me til you've had you're fill.
When I close my eyes tonight,
I'll be loving you still.
Sleep is death's best friend,
and this life is killing me.
Even in death I cant let go,
because I cant let go, even in sleep.
"That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces, sleep." -- Aldous Huxley
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