Lay Awake

3 o'clock, the concrete falls
Pillow suffocates with needle walls
Let me into my dream of yesterday
Pains of eyes, the tears won't fade away

Dry, salt cheeks collapse on my bones
Drapery circle of Styrofoam clones
Molded into ice cubes, I freeze as a star
Glazed, little crystal of a perpetual scar

Sliding down pain glass, shedding blue skin
Wrapped in a blanket of venomous resin
Again, suck my breath from the stale refold
Sandstorms can't break my grip of the old

By and by, the end comes to near
Rising sun entrance, with laced, bloodshot fear
Never get up from a collection so grey
Sick of a cycle, which feeds off betray