Whispered Sleep

This life seems to sting
Like vinegar in wound
Everyday is just a repeat
I just hope it will be over soon

The cravings don't seem to stop
The urges for conceded pain
I yearn for the sight of blood
Oh, on me, let it rain

The night times are rapturous
Filled with subconscious sleep
Blissful hours, without a care
But gravely, this bliss is brief

Consciousness has long been a chore
A trial of my strength and will
The days are too prolonged
The sun won't let me still

Too many hours fill up my day
The nights are far too brief
My anguished mind is out of control
Until the stars whisper, Sleep