Slipping

I'm going back to sleep
fleeting memory to keep
the dreams flowing
into my tomb
hand fed by the wind
to keep me at peace
from the wounds
eating through my chest
 
I want to remember your hand
rested above my sleeping head
and I want to recall  
the way you smiled  
when the night was dead
and we were two beating hearts
tangled in the sheets of my bed
 
Oh, let me sleep now..
 
I'll lay under the stone
and watch the daylight
become lost to me
and I'll succumb to everything
they said I would be;  
 
A foolish child
a reckless daughter
a toxic lover  
a fruitless mother
giving birth to blood and grief
 
Oh, what was I supposed to be?
 
I want to remember how it felt
to blow out the candle of my years
and be surrounded by the ones
I disappointed-
 
The ones I mourn
 
And if my gods are real
I pray they know
the torture behind my eyes
watching myself
run out of time
because all I feel right now
is the slipping of my mind
and I know I'll die alone
so please..

Let me go