Bad Bed

In a nightmare I give a reproachful nod
Against these insurmountable and frightful odds,
For I still seek a place of peace
A place where I can leave my shadow

But my shadow is my own and it will not leave me
It mocks me whispering accusations
Depart from me my shame
And let me live in tranquil grace

A disdainful gravity pulls down my heart
From the failure of my choices
When the choices that I have
Lack any power of desire
Where can I go but fall

I speak of self-pity because my regret is great
A simple thing and I did not obey
I'm stuck in a cycle of feeling bad because I feel bad
because I feel bad
because I feel bad
because I feel bad

And bad is a bed of torture I feel to deserve
But it will not make any thing any better
So out of the comfort of this bed I will wake
And struggle.