If I don't wake up
by Mark Napier
- Wake up
Time calls me yet again,
pulling me from the bliss of sleep.
Wooing me as one does a friend,
dragging me from dreams upon my feet.
Leave me be to my treason of dreams,
a scarlet landscape littered with pleasure.
I know all here is not what it seems,
where pain and woe comprise my barren treasure.
I don't want to play the game of life,
a shallow world mirrored by the one of sleep.
Soaked in misery and strife,
with gnashing of teeth and tears to weep.
Will I ever to leave this wretched land,
where the scars keep score?
This dreary existence's end my plan,
for if I dont wake up I can sleep forever more.