Death is but a dream away.

You're a liar, you're a cheap
you're a beggar, you're a creep.
Unable to sleep, you weep
Counting sheep in the deep
deep silence of sleep.

An open mind with closed eyes
blind and behind on life.
A wife and kids you love
But above the love and confusion
is sleep.

I sleep for myself
not for treasure, not for you.
The pleasure I can't measure
with rulers or emotions.
Stuck in the motions of a mind gone to sleep.

But through closed eyes and cries
men of victory arise to surprise
and show that size is but a disguise for the wicked.
Sleep is but a means to escape and cope without rope to cut off the thoughts and air.

I care, I do
but if you knew what I'm going through
you'd step back. Take a breath.
Death is but a dream away.