[Ibby]

im actually thinking about turning this one into a solo theatre piece...

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sometimes i'm afraid when i sleep
i think that my heart's going to break
'part when i wake, never again to heal
and like a sad, sad, bitter dream
that you can't let go of, i fight
waking away, as if in waking i'll find death

but what of this supposed death
that i fear waits when i leave sleep
for the embrace of day? that i fight
my hardest not to feel, but always, at day break,
i find intruding on my dream?
i feel like i wont ever heal
from it. but how could e'er i heal
from fear, from fear of fickle death?
but as i sleep, and as i dream i realize, it isn't waking, but sleep i fear, and bonds i can not break from a world where i need not fight

against the monsters of the world that fight against man, and joy, and will never heal the soul of man, that spirit of every heart break, that monsterous evil of pain and death and hate, and i just want to sleep and dream forevermore, just to dream

until theres nothing left outside the dream, until i no longer have to fight to stay in bed, fight to sleep, until i can stay forever, until i heal, until i nevermore fear hate and death, until these things are gone, and i break with reality, break with life, break from everything except the dream and in this dream i will find death - or not death, the life without the fight, the death that is life that will heal and keep you from hate in eternal sleep


but i can't fight without a break
i can't just dream and never heal
i fear not death... i leave this sleep.