mardi 31 août 2010

Little Bed

It comforts
This light comforts us
It comforts us
As I lay on my back nearly strapped
These devices, they comfort us
Everything is on when I sleep
I look like a child, an ill freak
But it comforts us
This switch must be near
And these sounds in my ear
They comfort us
All I need is a nurse
All I lack is a needle
No visiting hours allowed in this treatement
No drugs for my sleep
Even though they comfort us
When I rise I don't shine
I can't even speak
But her air fills my lungs
It comforts us
This sun dust comforts us

1 commentaire:

wisdom_in|the_trees a dit…

this is awesome. i love the mystery in it