Nov 08

This Night Of Restless Sleep

I gotta be somewhere tomorrow,
but my head is feeling a bit baked.
This room is way too cold tonight.
Fields of soil spread bare, raked

in this night of restless sleep.

I gotta go back to work tomorrow,
but my limbs are feeling ached.
This house is way too cold tonight.
Days of laughter die away, faked

in this night of restless sleep.

I gotta wake up early tomorrow,
but my throat must be slaked.
This road is way too dark tonight.
Snowfalls sprinkle down, flaked

in this night of restless sleep.