Wednesday, 19 January 2011

Coma.

Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep

Dream

Why do I keep dreaming?
My subconscious desires
They hide underneath the surface
Buried under skin
And when I wake I feel drenched in sin
I shouldn't yearn for this
But in my heart I want this

Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep
Why must I sleep?
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep
I can't let myself dream

The dreams
They're becoming more frequent
Bursting with colour
It's so indecent
To let me see how clearly I want it
To the point where I almost taste it
Can I face it? No
I can't look back any more
To think, what it was all like before
But what does all of this mean?
I'm so confused
Why must I dream?

Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep
Why do I sleep?
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep
I can't let myself dream

I don't sleep any more
I've woken up from my coma
I don't dream any more
I killed off my desires, and now it's all over

I don't sleep.

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