"sleep.
Those little slices of Death.
how I hate them."
Edgar Allan Poe
The night is free
To make a choice,
You couldnt hear
My hungry voice.
If you could only stay..
I wish I was a fairy,
I wish I couldnt say..
A thousand little pieces of your soul are killing me
Like..I don`t know..
But what?...but what?....
I hardly know,
For only you I pray.
For you,my love
If you could only stay....