Bedtime Story

Once she came down from the ceiling
Hair frayed at the ends
In her eyes a spinning and reeling
Fingers bleeding from the tips

She said she had been talking to strangers
That they had promised her a secret to keep 
An addict of adrenalin and danger
She ignored the dark circles of sleep
and battled the night like the man in the moon quarrling with wolverine

She sprang into step as she fell into bed
Like a feather light on her feet
Teaching fine threads of dreaming strings how to weave lucidly
Humming an ambient melody
With her toes tapping out the beat 
She would sing

Sleep is a stanger I met down a dark alley
A bottle of wine 
Clenched in his fist
swallowing zzz's   
Hoping to catch a glimpse
of black backdrop eyelids
And once you're there 
Waking can be much
Harder than you think

Nemo needs you now
You're on your own sweet dreamer
There's stars enough out there for all
Still you stay locked in your bedchamber 
Tangled in a sheeps disguise
Sweating out your sanity
From the night the sandman stole your eyes 
Flip wakes you morn reality

Nobody wants a nightmare
To be helpless in their own head
Pinned down and paralized
With feet of lead
You could run to nowheres end
And never have left

And sleep is a begger I met down a dark alley
A backhanded bet and a coin flip
An albotross a thought lost
The dream you dream to forget
And the ceiling is higher then you recall 
The lights won't turn on or off
Youre running from yourself
Just to wake up with yourself
So make the most of what you can get