“Sleep,” They told me once
But there’s the endless nightmares of my dreams
“But it has already been months.”
I told them, “Oh so it seems.”
“Sleep,” He spoke to me.
“How can I, when I think of you?”
He told me to leave him and be free.
The nightmares returned as you flew.
“Sleep,” I told myself over and over.
Endless rest, endless nights
My body is practically a pushover
To the nightmares that are in delight.