Sleep is my escape.
From school.
From home.
From life.

Sleep is where I'm happy.
On the floor.
Or on my bed,
Up high.

Sleep sometimes it scares me.
When I dream of things I know.
The demons are within me.
Why won't they just go?

Sleep it is my demons.
Haunting me at night.
Taunting me of horrors,
That burn my eyes.

Sleep it is a freedom.
Keeping me awake.
Oh and how I need it,
Until I am remade.