locked outside the apt. in a blizzard.wav

Today I woke up before God did. Sucked down coffee with the Unholy and pentecosted.
Exhausted, I went back to bed and had to admit that I had lost it. 
Woke up to blood on my pillow, wet. Choked up fear at the sight of the curvature of my silhouette. A sure bet before the most beautiful of stained glass. Am I the host or will this refrain last?
I need 40 winks. Mr. Sandman, I'm on the brink.
Reality and fantasy blur before the morning light gets a chance to stir.
These sheets, these covers.
Trying to get stress relief like the others.
Sing me a lullaby. Bring me a troubled life.
As long as I get some sleep, I won't even wonder why.
The sound of the alarm and the click of the snooze button. 
Eight hours passed but I guess I didn't lose nothing.
I wanna lie like the raw dogs.
Saw logs.
Instead, I wine like those dry cogs.
In a 9-5 machine.
No dream.
What're the odds? I'm coming apart at the seems.

Bloodshot and forgot.  

Low Grade Gold