• Sitting in a room,
    a corner,
    the dark.

    All alone, by myself,
    staring,
    wishing you were here.

    I imagine you next to me,
    Alas, the pain comes,
    for it is an illusion.

    I just want to sleep,
    waste the time,
    waiting till your arrival.

    I beg the sandman
    for a peaceful dream,
    one with you.

    Dreams,
    ever so real,
    yet false as well.

    Then you arrived,
    such a beautiful sight,
    so perfect, lovely.

    After you left,
    I ached for you,
    such immense pain.

    I fell asleep,
    numbness,
    A reality with you.

    Ever so real,
    yet false,
    this is why I sleep.