Sleep, let me lay down my head.
For all is done; for all is said.
Alas, the moon has finally risen,
In my sleep I'm still alive,
For I wake up with stains of crimson;
Waking up means I haven't died.
Before my eyelids fall like rain
I'm left gagging on the past,
And storms in dreams patch hellish schemes
So I play my part in a damnation cast.
Sleep, alas I'm not dead
For all is not done, not all painful words said.
