Life sucks. That isn't new. Don't we all know that.
The trouble is, life these days sucks you absolutely dry.
I have nightmares, just thinking about sleeping.
When I sleep and those creepy things cuddle up
I realize I am one of them too.
Am I responsibble?
Do I owe it to anyone to say sorry for things I never did,
But did't dare to protest in time.
When sleep is terror, what are your options?