SLEEP

SLEEP

I pray every night before I go to sleep,
No nothing like counting sheep,
I pray that I die when I am not awake,
Trust me non of this is fake,
But every morning is quite sad,
I feel as if god is mad,
Doesn't he trust my decision?
I feel like I had a great vision,
To go great beyond,
I was really quite fond,
The heavens were wide open,
But why didn't they let me in?
Why didn't they let me win?
So now I lay in bed,
With this thought in my head,
thinking of nothing eles instead.