2pm- Still Sleeping (more poetryish)

[Iron Sulfide]

When I wake up in the morning
Who,Äôs to say that it,Äôs really me?
Walking now among the living
In dreams, lies and treachery

I could be another zombie
Thoughtless but breathing
Writhing and seething
Would you ever know the difference?

When I put out my lights and sleep
Am I there while I,Äôm gone away?
Not that I want you to weep
I was hoping I could stay that way today

I could be the last antidote
Filling your veins
And mortal remains
Would you ever get any better?

When I leave this world forever
I bet you,Äôll really still be ill
As even your last hope is severed
While searching for that pill

I will be soundly asleep
Blank, At Peace
Silent at least
And you never found a way,Ķ