Once a body now a vessel,
You reach out your hand but I have no arms.
You feed on dreams while I wet my bed.
It's my birthday today, I was awake all night.
I can't sleep, I can never sleep.
I'm afraid to sleep on the side of the bed,
I fear my desk, I fear them.
There isn't really any escape though, I have to live through this,
Death was never an escape, it was just changing forms.
People love you, they really do and I've seen it. at times I've envious but that's okay because I love you too.
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