As I pat myself to sleep,
As time seeps through the night,
The shadows remain unwavered.
Unaware of time, unaware of space.
The shadows of the past, the moments
The ones of the bliss, the ones of remorse.
As I pat myself into sleep,
She asks, “Why do you shake your feet?”,
And she says, “Patting yourself to sleep?!”.
As I pat myself to sleep,
Through the sleeplessness of the night,
Through the restlessness of the mind,
Through the shadows of the past,
The bliss, the remorse, the sleep,
The lone tear slips away to the night,
As my feet tremble, so does the soul!
The Last Straw 