No Solace In Sleep

I've been so afraid, my love,

I must confess so afraid

I've given in to this sickness of invisibility

I exist now only in a memory

I fear the simplest things like waking from a dream

Because I somewhat can't find a firm grip on reality

I view myself as an old friends

Whom I once loved but no who is dead

And I just can't face my own grave,

Wilted flowers in hand,

Mourning something I have quite lost yet.