The Big Sleep

The feeling of love

So often denied outright

I'm searching for some

Sort of respite

From this boot to my throat

Let me up

Let me breathe

In a rage filled storm

In a rage filled storm

Where we drift to sleep

To sleep

The feeling of angst

Somewhere so deep is stored

A catch and release

But circling ankles

With its teeth

Underneath

Let me up

Let me breathe

In a rage filled storm

In a rage filled storm

Where we drift to sleep

To sleep

Let me up

Let me breathe

In this rage filled storm

In this rage filled storm

Where we drift to sleep

To sleep