When I sleep in my bed
I take a good time to find comfort
In my whirling, dark thoughts.
Am I this bad?
Why have you blinded me?
Now I understand
I was incorrect
I see you standing like a snake,
Ready to strike the innocent prey
Forked tongue replaced by your whip
When will the tears cease to flow?
Where does the real wound hurt the most?
No blessing would be greater
Than to be touched by your shadow
In this world of darkness where I live.