to sleep, perchance to dream
to dream, perchance to sleep
to sleep, perchance to grieve
to grieve, perchance to sleep
subconsciously absorbing defeat (catching up on all my sleep while missing out on everything)
refusal becomes me (subconsciously reminded of my patterns, faults, and weak defeats)
my arms into fine dust crumble (i won't tell you, you can't tell me)
painstakingly i admit i am shallow (i won't tell you, you can help me)
fatal focus on flesh survival (i won't tell you, you can't tell me)
nascent self-inflicted cycle (i won't tell you, you can't help me)
so i'll ignite and burn brightly
short-lived, searing, our smoke billows through the trees