Sleeping Ugly slumbers in her bed of thorns,
Nightmares - Not dreams that haunt her every night,
Though she never wakes,
The day break glows through sewn lids,
Another day gone by,
And still she sleeps in her despair,
For broken days draw to empty nights,
No one comes riding over the down,
To save her from this midnight hell,
Her eyes drown in tears of sorrow,
And can never trickle down her cheek,
Yet if they ever left her eyes,
Would a hand be there to collect them?
Never has she tasted her own sour tears,
Only felt the crimson ones from needles demise,
Sometimes she wonders,
Why the need to cry is so strong,
Knowing her fate is a lonely one,
Why would letting tears fall,
Help her wake from slumber lone,
Ugly would wake and still be alone,
Never to hold a bouquet of weed,
Only the lilies she clasps in sleep,
Lips that never stole a kiss,
Now turned cold and icy blue,
Little hope remains for the sleeping one,
As another night begins its terror,
Where creeping shadows rape the senses,
And nightmares again awaken,
Never will she wake,
Yet never will she sleep in peace,
Un-crying tears of the ugly one
