Close your eyes, let sleep come.
Let no-one know what you have become.
Secrets hidden in our dream-scapes.
Life's lies lived once we're awake.
True desire locked behind sanity's doors.
Shameful, horrific, erotic, whores.
Those things of which we'd never speak.
thoughts of which would make them weep.
In subconscious ramblings the truth is told.
All our fears of dying, of growing old.
Unloved, unloving; we're quite a mess.
(daily hidden behind our respectful dress)
So close those eyes, sleep will come.
I'll tell none of what you have done.
Secrets just for us to know.
shh, no worries, it's over now.
