and sleep is my only comfort
like snuggling by a fire in a snow storm
while eating chocolate covered strawberries
knowing you won't have to work tomorrow
but eventually we all must venture into the cold
and I wake up unable to close my eyes for any longer
and all the heartache of the world engulfs me
the sorrow cloaks me like the blankets used to
and I cannot escape it no matter where I run
or how loud I scream for someone to save me
I am constantly haunted by the nightmare of my life
like Hamlet, too afraid of what dreams may come
to submit to my sole escape and make it eternal