This Bed..

3-11-09
I made this bed so messily,
Now all I do is lie in it,
In the same clothes as yesterday,
I never change my sheets,
My pillows getting flat,

I made this bed so messily,
Now all I do is lie in it,
Yet I am suffering a lack of sleep,
I never ever change,
Or learn a thing.

I made this bed so messily,
To lie in, to die in,
I feel myself fading, I sink
right into the creases of the sheets,
I sink right into my mold in the mattress,
I just sink full-stop.

I made this bed so messily,
Now I have to lie in it,
And all I hope is I die in it,
And I know this is all consequence
But it doesn’t stop my actions,
I will never ever change,
I will just forever sink,
I will never ever change,
I will just sink and…

maybe I’ll die in the same bed
I had all those tragic nights in,
maybe I’ll die in this same bed,
That I love but I hate.