Sleep:..

Trickling down, refusing to cease,
it seems I've found my best release.

Talking doesn't work and writing's lost its touch, only you know this doesn't hurt as much.

Slowly fading in and out,
I only think of fear and doubt.

A quiet whisper in my ear, let's me know the end is near.

Your voice is distant, but I know it's there, as you lead me toward nowhere.

I see your eyes, your pretty face,
I can't keep from staring into space.

It always feels best lying with you,
Forget all the rest, you know it's true.

A hand covers mine, and I know its yours, it's free of callouses, cuts and sores.

A sigh of relief escapes me, and you're the last thing I see.

Sleep has never felt this good,
yet somehow I always knew it would.