Red Dreams

The feeling of my bed
So comforting and warm
Staying awake I dread

There’s a banging in my head
Light rain then a thunderstorm
The feeling of my bed

A wretched feeling has fled
In my sleep I transform
Staying awake I dread

Rolling in my spread
Sleeping is an art form
The feeling of my bed

I saw santa on his sled
My head is in a swarm
Staying awake I dread

Dreaming of the dead
Sleeping in my dorm
The feeling of my bed
Staying awake I dread