Bed

As left and right
Merge into center,
My thoughts form pictures
Through walls I venture,

I paint my feelings
To find a way
To make it through
Another day,

I close my eyes
As I lay
In the dark
And in the cold,
Yet this hard bed
Doesn't feel old.

So as left and right merge into center,
My thoughts form fingers, long and slender,
I reach into my broken mind
And pull apart all things I find,

I take my heart and don't let it sink,
As I find myself in a place I think,

I bury my feelings to find a way
To make it through another day,
I close my eyes as I lay
In the dark and in the cold,
But this hard bed
Just can't feel old...