feeling so high, waiting to die

i name you sleep
you name me destroyer of morning
feeling like death? well, that's okay
there's an open window never very far away.
not a dream, unreal as it seems
counting hours, counting days
counting the years since last time
you felt alive; you do all the time.

i name you sleep
you name me destroyer of morning
i know what this is; i know what we are.
we are lost. we are stars
feeling so high, waiting to die.
spent all my nights watching shadows loom
like a fugitive rummaging in my room
avoiding the light, barely alive.

hearing you leave
feelings unfound
are something that tears me down
no solace of sleep
the secret i keep
i will take control of my plan
end my time before the sun can.
bring back the morn' destroyer is born.