• Chilling and breaking
    Dreaming but mistaking
    That sleep would bring me peace
    Or that the pain would cease

    It throbs dully as I toss and turn
    My fingers itch terribly as I yearn
    To feel the sensitive touch you refuse to give
    To escape my bruises and learn to live

    Thinking I could come to you was my first fault
    My second was when I didn’t strike you back
    It had been courage that I lack
    All sense of compassion comes to a halt

    Sleep, it seems, is no longer an option
    Not when my dreams burn me rotten
    If only I had means to break away
    If only there was another way
    Like for someone to come take hold of me
    And unleash the heavy chains you made
    Out of the brutal memories I call my own
    Into the shackles I call my home

    If only they would take me away from the life that shouldn’t be
    If only they could come and set me free

    Stuck sleepless I am once again
    The last soothing thing being the whoosh of rain