Woke up this morning feeling cold and dead.
Woke up this morning with a coffin for a bed.
The day has turned into eternal night,
And I can't find the switch, I can't find the light.
Mirror mirror on the old brick wall,
Whose the pailest one of them all?
Looking into the mirror what is it I see?
A souless monster staring back at me.
His eyes comma white and sinking in.
His soul black and dead eat from within.
Cursed forever and fallen from grace.
I retreat to my coffin. I run to my lonely place.
Let me rest, let me sleep and never wake.
Let me dream of the past, the light, and let me dream for Hell's sake.
Cause dreaming is all that this broken jaded man has left...
© Brett Harper
