I wish I could sleep through the night.
To not see the shapes move from around my room.
So I can ignore the scratching right behind my head.
So I wouldn't feel cold hands grabbing onto my arms and legs.
And to not taste death just as it creeps in.
Deprivation
I wish I could sleep through the night.
To not see the shapes move from around my room.
So I can ignore the scratching right behind my head.
So I wouldn't feel cold hands grabbing onto my arms and legs.
And to not taste death just as it creeps in.