Early False Casualities

Nothing more than my daunting reality.

Early morning 1:59 and this bed stays in the waves
My fingers numb from counting the sheep against the black walls
Nothing says it louder than my quaking heart beat
No man made me gush all inside out like you just by imaginig you smile
Call the ambulance, the rain pities on my pane
Scream if I might from the booming thunder
But at least have an angels face to remember