Save me now, great angel of sleep.
Take me under your wings of grace,
Into your warm and soothing embrace.
For my wandering mind doesn’t cease,
Its train of thoughts. No calm, no peace.
I'm caught in the chase for mental release,
As time draws out like a long blade,
And my sense of reality begins to fade,
I wonder what I must trade,
To sleep, but there’s no answer I’m afraid.
Just hours and hours in the dark, alone,
My sleepless mind grows weary and worn.
Perhaps its a sin, for which i must atone,
A penance that demands that I forgo,
My sleep, for a period of time unknown.