Jawbreaker. Bivouac. Sleep. Zeneszám

It seems I spend my days now wrapped in veils of sleep.
Caught in slumber's grasp,
nowhere that I should be.
I grew so goddamned tired of fighting against these chains.
No signs of relief or payment for my pains.
I know that I must try to break out of this cell I call my life.
To go to sleep is just to hide away.
I close my eyes so I won't see the things I'd have to try to get.
I haven't tried I've only turned away.

In my sleeping world I thought that I was safe.
Free from all the pain and burning light of day.
But even in my sleep now life is less than kind.
No escaping from this madness in my mind.
Severing.