Cold is this bed upon which I lie
No body heat emanates from me on this night
And who is this man who lies beside me?
I know nothing of him
And yet he shares my bed
And my body
His caresses were soft
But held no sweetness
There was no bliss in this union of flesh
No passion coursing through veins
And yet, his arms are draped across my waist
His breath warm against my neck
I long to crawl out from beneath this blanket of
flesh
But yet I remain
Regrets plague my conscience
And I desperately wish
I did not have a conscience!
Then I would be free of all this pain
I do love
But not this... person
I'm afraid to sleep
Afraid to speak my dreams outloud
Ah, but there is comfort in sleep
And so my sober brain submits
To Dreamland's sweet embrace...
