Hypnosis -

I️'m counting down the days until I️ get to see your face again

If heaven exists

Please put me to sleep with your hypnosis

Because everyday that I️'m awake

I️ feel the clouds above my head

I️'m welcoming death

What do you make of all this?

Am I️ still haunted?

And what do you know that I️ don’t?

Why don’t I️ feel whole?

Wipe the dirt from my fingertips

And the sweat from my brow

I️ can feel the cold creeping in

As they lower my body down

Wrapped in sheets

Separated flesh from bone

Father I️'m coming home

What do you make of all this?

Am I️ still haunted?

And what do you know that I️ don’t?

Why don’t I️ feel whole?