No Rest for the Wicked
I couldn’t sleep again last night
Demons plagued my dreams
Wearing faces of love and affection
One that you often see
Demons plagued my dreams
Whispers of I love you
I’ll never leave you
Faces of black hair, blue eyes, and greed
Whispers of I love you
I woke with a fright
Instinctively turning to tell you
All about my night
I woke with a fright
But you were not there
You haven’t for over a year
But if not here, then where?
If there is no rest for the wicked
Then why am I still awake
Why do you sleep soundly?
While I still feel the ache
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