The One I Love

Haven't slept in a week.
My bed has become my coffin.
Cannot breath, cannot speak.
My head's like a bomb, still waiting.
Take my heart and take my soul.
I don't need them anymore.

The one I love
is striking me down on my knees.
Drowning me in my dreams.
Over and over again.
Dragging me under.

Hypnoticed by the night.
Silently ricing beside me.
Emptiness, nothingless
is burning a hole inside me.
Take my faith and take my pride.
I don't need them anumore.

This bed has become my chapel of stone.
A garden of darkness to where I'm thrown.
So take my life, I don't need it anymore.