Sleep is my escape.
What is wrong with being awake?
Consciousness requires confrontation of the truth.
While awake I cannot choose to be aloof.
I must always know.
Knowing is not necessarily injurious you see
But what I am obligated to know does torture me.
Why can I not sleep to shield myself from agony?
When I sleep I am such pleasant company.
I do not mope around like a pup kicked in her side.
As I sleep I am not compelled to hide
The emotions that reside inside
May I enter my paradise and become lost in it?
I care not whether delightful dreams or naughty nightmares await.
I fear most being awake.
Allow me to escape from the light.
I bid thee...
Good night
