Sleep that steals.

Open my eyes, to face the day.
Not so bad, so bad I say.
I feel a hurt inside my head.
Of thoughts and feelings that can't be said.

I wish I could let dead dogs lie
Please believe me I always try.
But rise the do from there graves of leaves.
And enter this brain and then it thieves.

Sleep is my greatest foe.
From this state fear does flow.
Effects my life way to much,
And steals from me your gentle touch.

Am I ready to face this beast.
I damn well should be to say the least.
Time will tell, and show me free.
Please dear sleep let me be.