| Genre: Love, Fear, Sadness, Death, Loneliness |
Put me to sleep before it comes
I pray that everything in me completely numbs
I cannot face it, seeing it coming back
Put me to sleep and don’t wake me up
Sleep is death’s kindred, a kindness
That approaches by night and lets
A weary soul get rest — solace
A way out of pain and sadness
Put me to sleep before it comes
An assault of memories — keeps on
Distracting me from my escape
It insists — keeping me awake
There is no running away in
The night when everyone is kept
Tight by a blanket of arms — so
Put me to sleep before it comes
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