As I close my eyes today,
One more night steps in,
And one more day fades away.
As I let the darkness crawl on me,
One other memory hangs in there,
Eating a part of my soul, a part of myself.
As I struggle to die a short death,
One after the other, my eyes wake up,
Imagine and weave stories of horror.
As I lie there, the rooms close in,
One more nail on the coffin of my sleep,
Once again I welcome the drowsy Sun.
As I embrace the warmth and the shine,
One another time I feel defeated,
Under the spinning wheel, crushed, mauled.
The Last Straw 