I hate seeing people sleep.
Because when I close my eye's I get no peace.
As I close my eye's and try to dream.
Boom here comes my demons with vicious screams.

I know I'm not defined by my past.
But damn how long are these haunting memories going to last. I need a way out and I need it fast.

Alcohol helps close the eye's.
But it's nothing more then my demons in disguise.
Passing out is not the same as sleeping.
If I can just find a way for my demons to weaken.
With them there's no reasoning talking or speaking.

Today I get medicated sleep.
My demons I didn't here a peep.
But for how long.
My will to fight is strong.
But I can still hear their faded song.
© M.Moss