Heavy Eyes

Ohhh… my eyes are heavy… my mind’s too slow…

Heavy eyes, they’re pulling me low, like anchors in a sea where no currents flow.

The clock’s a blade, it cuts through my calm, stealing the peace I hold in my palm.

I get a moment to breathe, but it’s slipping away, like a dream that won’t stay past the break of day.

The couch is a grave, sinking me deep, where shadows of freedom are lulling me to sleep.

My chest feels tight, like the air’s growing thin, mourning the hours that never begin.

Every second’s a ghost, slipping through my hands, like grains of some cold, unforgiving sand.

I want to scream, but my voice is too weak, the night’s barely mine, and it’s starting to creak.

Heavy eyes, slow mind, I’m fading too soon…

Sadness creeps in, like a half-written tune.

Falling asleep while the night’s still alive…

Work’s waiting to bury me, no time to survive.

Mind’s in a fog, like a river gone dry, thoughts barely crawl as the hours pass by.

The TV’s a hum, just a blur in my sight, a flickering ghost in the dead of the night.

I wanted to feel, maybe laugh, maybe cry, but the weight of tomorrow’s a thorn in my side.

The minutes dissolve, like they’re running from me, leaving me stranded in this tired reverie.

I’m chasing a spark, but it’s fading to gray, the night’s my escape, but it’s slipping away.

The silence is loud, it’s a deafening roar, reminding me work’s waiting right at the door.

Heavy eyes, slow mind, I’m fading too soon…

Sadness creeps in, like a half-written tune.

Falling asleep while the night’s still alive…

Work’s waiting to bury me, no time to survive.

Ceiling’s a void, it’s staring me down, a canvas of nothing where my hopes drown.

Each second of freedom’s a weight on my chest, a fleeting rebellion that’s robbed of its zest.

I’m sinking in silence, but it’s not what I need, the grind’s coming back, and it’s planting its seed.

A flicker of light tries to burn through the haze, but it’s crushed by the thought of another long day.

My eyelids collapse

[Guitar