Sleep Disease

I might be talking in my sleep,
But, baby, I can’t remember
Those words I said after the milk had been spilled;

I might be walking in my sleep,
But, baby, I can’t remember
That scream which took me away from my God.

I might be crying in my sleep,
But, baby, I can’t remember
Those stone-cold eyes of yours
After those little hands reached my neck.

I might be breathing in my sleep,
And, baby, this is your madness, still
I can’t remember why I closed my eyes
When your flesh sensed contentment.

I might be fully awake now,
But, baby, insomnia kills
And I still can’t understand
Why my blade wanted to feel you,,,,