Common beds
I might make myself disappear for now, I might fool myself into a plan to make everything right, To sleep and flee through the shade on the ceiling, But I have to be genuine for one noble night.
These common beds leave no trace for suffering, When the shadows grow, they hide what has been left, I do not like to be reminded of how I managed to stay awake, Winds blow, whispers flow, the night comes with different effects.
I got to know the streets in my overwhelming anxiety; There was no need for all those days to pass, But I did not pass by, nor did I forget; rather, I stood still, And when this surge of comfort came to pass, I was the last.
Common beds shun any person with an empty side It's simple, and It's true, as it always has been from the start, I see nothing worth changing while I sense the change, I'm scared, On these beds, I'm smart, I'm new, I'm creative, all the things that served the plot.
The night could hide me while I'm falling apart; Everyone now has a memory that can hold up to the common beds, Everyone can sleep now with a near-still heart.