I curse the light as I pray for the darkness

and cursed be the light as I pray

I close my eyes the curtains drawn

still I see the burning sun

It should be night but sleep won’t come,

feeling tired but far from gone


On the edge of consciousness it’s hard to see what’s real

All my thoughts are such a mess

they cut so deep and the wound won’t heal


Lost my sense of time want to trade the day for night

How I wish for a sign or a shadow to obscure the light


Night came finally I lay down to rest

Slowly I close my eyes sleep will come at last

In Morpheus’arms I will stay deep in the land of dreams