To drift away where “now” just melts
To dreams and silence, nothing else
That hurts me so – inside my heart
And seems to weld to every part
Of me. Inside, outside – leaking through
Surely, living is enough to do?
Some swim through a honeyed life
Have no idea of pain and strife.
But sleeping is my favourite thing
No gifts or presents, tied with string
The delicious feeling of time in bed
I’ll sleep & I’ll sleep and I’ll sleep ’till I’m dead