Papers and Voices

I can hear the soft moans of them speaking
reading aloud from the book

there ain't no God here that can help them now

my eyes are heavy with all this pressure
if only I had the time to rest

these weary pressure stricken globes of sorrow

I'm doubled over this table, this paper
it's the only thing stopping me from falling altogether

this paper that is made of the thing of dreams

"Sleep." I hear the voices calling
lost blessing I can never hear

Don't cry for me, Love, you know I've been gone a while