Last Rodeo

I am dark when it suits me
shadows of your fantasies
I am the eyelash in your eye
your beddy-bye song

I am your nightdream  
the Sandman whispering
counting the sheep
and you are my Little Bo Peep

I am your analyst
anxiety's placebo  
voices from the Ouija
falling like Dominoes

I am the echo in the radio
in your inner sanctum
screaming in life's psychosis
your last rodeo

I am your menento mori
hanging in the closet
speaking in tongue
your beddy-bye song