Less Zzz’s

I’ve been thinking a lot instead 
Of catching some Zzz’s
I can hear the devil
She’s haunting my sleep
My Angel tells me not to bother
But I’ve already plucked the fruit from the
garden
It’s in me now, forever I’m living with sin
Sin and I are an entity, he’s running
through my veins, my burden.
And there’s not a chance I can be alone,
Be one sound mind and body; like My Angel..
My Angel keeps calling.. Crying out
But I can’t face her, seeing those Bambi
Chestnut brown eyes surrounded by
crimson.
It only grinds what’s left of my soul
down to dust.
I keep hoping My Angel will leave
But that’s what they do,
They give you hope
And she’ll always be

It’s hard to turn away when the
feeling is so good.
Striving to move forward,
stuck in regression
Even through everything, My Angel
stood.