Friday, March 6, 2015

12 3 6

I'm back to midnight nightmares
And needles set at three
Waking up not knowing
What's happening to me

Each blink I see their faces
Hear their voices, see their lights
Coming to my rescue
In the middle of the night

I'm back to that uncertainty
That torturous unknowing
If today will be the day
That I'll finally be going

And so I'll lie there
Wide awake
My breathing ever slow
Waiting for the moment when
I fall asleep and then go low

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