Sleeping with eyes open

 

When life starts to go stagnant

and bleeds into decay

and people tell you not to be dismal

but all you know is your own dismay

you think the same things

believe the same lies

the same perspective drawn pierce through your eyes

claustrophobia is all you have

you are in debt to life’s tab

sitting in your bedroom clutching at straws

staring at four ugly walls

your only escape is to sleep, to dream

of the intimacy you never touched tasted or felt

you knelt and prayed for it to come

but no woman is gonna beat down your door

for your love

so murder the thought

go back to sleep

it’s the only thing you really do well!