Wounds in My Bed

Nightmares are haunting me, should I open Pandora's box?

Wounds In My Bed

 

Waking up with wounds in my bed

Throbbing aches stored up in my head

Ancient memories buried deep

They fester toxicly and weep

 

I try to move forward

Try to leave it behind

 

Haunting, they torment my spirit

Taunted all night, I just fear it

The thought of sleep fills me with dread

Waking up with wounds in my bed

 

I want to move forward

Want to leave it behind

 

Can I bring pain to the altar?

Will my fragile spirit falter?

Fragmented visions instead

Waking up with wounds in my bed

 

Can I move forward?

Can I leave it behind?

 

So many years have passed me by

Not so sure I still want to try

I’ve done it before left me for dead

Waking up with wounds in my bed

 

Will I move forward?

Will I leave it behind?

 

Fear, poised like the adder to strike

Bringing pain like death down the pike

Examine the seething pus instead

Waking up with wounds in my bed

 

I must move forward

I must leave it behind

 

Anesthetized from the pain

Surgically remove the stain

Will all those memories be shed?

No waking with wounds in my bed

 

Moving me forward

Leaving it behind