Hillary

I keep swinging at something, That which keeps knocking me unconsciously. So I bleed and exceed all the dreams that never came. I guess I'm a sleeping fighter, Longing to be a sleeping beauty. An illustrious beauty that even sleep can't create. So I'm sleeping restlessly and I'm knocking out all hope of love or passion. I guess I dreamed too damn hard, and never woke from the bloodbath of escaped dreams.