What sleep is there for me in this empty bed?
I cannot close my eyes to drift for fear I’ll end up dead.
Void of all the worldly love, my heart has paid a tole,
For the sanity and sanctity of my immortal soul.
My eyes grow heavy with worry and fear,
I should’ve known you’d always be here.
My shoulders seemed heavy but on top there was not
A being but hatred and spite left to rot.
My face was buried deep in my bed,
Remembering and reciting all that was said.
My eyes shut silently before I could tell,
And into the darkness, my soul cast to hell.