Only

Only

In the depths of sleep is where I feel alive
A death for some, yet a sense of recovery for my restless eyes
Always searching, scanning that endless horizon
A frail hope in my heart keeps my mind at ease, coated In a subtle insanity that is the only true freedom ive ever known
If no second mold was ever cast of personality and profit, for what would our purpose be? 
I see life fit for love, only honest and true however
A love of lies is a love of lying down
Amongst sheets and cloth comfort
Do I sleep to escape or as a means to simply rest?
Do I even rest at all? Or is the merely the darkness and her trickery?
So many questions...
Why must I carry to burden to ask such nonsense, only made sensible by my own blood, a rich, flowing, crimson nectar.
It seems the strangest moments always creep in and out of focus, the most interesting of events to occur acquire my attention like no other
Only you can set yourself free
Only I can be willing to bleed
For what?
For why?
Answers are wishful thinking...
As my eyelids return to that state of heaviness long forgotten In the daylight hours, I lie down, but only in my basic truths and certainties, as faith has no room in my bed
Only sleep can suppress these savage thoughts  and Swirling ideas
but is that what is right?
Only time will tell...


19 years and I still haven't a clue,
<3