To loathe the waking moment,
The bitter lash of second-hand's sweep
And long for slumber's sweet respite.
Yet driven on through sleepless night
...
Catch the lion by the tail
With hopes to soothe and heal
The wound so deep within his paw,
And hurt is what you'll feel
...
A Night Awake
To loathe the waking moment,
The bitter lash of second-hand's sweep
And long for slumber's sweet respite.
Yet driven on through sleepless night
By haunted dream and cruelest thought
That shall so swiftly follow it.
(07 September 2011)