Sleep -

I am tired of this situation, this predilection

Me, you and this co-dependent infection

Your manufactured morality — plastic

My tolerance for pain — elastic

As beneath your pharmaceutical synapses I squirm

So now I invoke you, yeah, I invoke you

Why just won’t you let me

Why just won’t you let me

Why won’t you let me — sleep

Your tenacious grip on Heaven

Is laced with cancerous intentions

This consuming affliction

An effect of forced contrition

And I'­ve been reduced to a sheep — in wolf’s clothing

A creature of self-loathing

A sycophant, a follower, a groveler

Terrified, betrayed, weak

I don’t know what to believe

Must go, must breathe

Can’t stay, won’t deceive

I don’t need you with me

This monster upon my bed

I met once upon a dream

My misplaced Catholicism

Forcing me to relinquish this dream

And I have given it, of my own distressed volition

Given power to your violence, lack of silence, shame and hate

And find myself too weakened to retaliate

And now, beneath my swollen cerulean eyes

Something breathes unbeknownst to your bi-polar lies

A burnt umber world, scarlet petal slumber

A mural in which I may smile — unencumbered

Yeah, kissed by a seraph

Reclaiming my mantra, my dogma, my religion, my decision