The day might disturb your sleep as you Carry on into the low, low mist. past Whatever was burned away. Pa** entire groups of words while at It. bring her back and close your eyes a Bit tighter. you don't want to see the Wrecks of men while there, although They still frequent your sleep like
Whatever rebellious little trespa**ers. Visit your dreams for what? to be Swallowed by the same surrounding walls As you are - silly. But it's their eyes, the ones that flee Every straight question. the ones that draw Worry in small circles around you.