Apathy

Asleep

Won’t Get out of your bed

Asleep

Pull the covers over your head

My patience

Is wearing thin

As I try to wake you

Again

“Sweet Dreams”

I whisper in your ear

Maybe the stench

Of a million rotting souls

With finally wake you

As it fills your nostrils

Then maybe the site

of a graveyard full of dead

Will crush some sense

Into your head

“Sweet Dreams”

I whisper in your ear

Too late you awake

From your long slumber

A nation’s gone amuck

A world’s gone under

You rip at your hair

“What have I done?”

That’s the problem

You’ve done nothing

“Sweet Dreams”

I whisper in your ear

Then I disappear

Along with you