2004-03-01 / 6:13 p.m.
Bed

Under the covers

Wrapped in my cocoon

Snuggle into oblivion

Safe and quiet

And dark

Breath can slow

Deep and even

Closer to death

Than life

And freedom from worries

Secrets solace in slumber

When fantasy is beautiful

And reality is harsh and cold

Slumber is a desired state

Destination for the tortured

Waking life provides no cover

Nothing soft and warm

Under which to hide

Harsh and painful to live

Without something to cling to

Something to wrap around

And sink further down

Hiding in the dark

Afraid of the harsh light

Of day.