The man standing watch at the door to my dreams
Does little to veto its guests
So snakes and cracked planes are ushered on in
To a house of chronic unrest

He unwinds in the room where I can’t ever sleep
Indifferent to attempted escapes
Because he knows that he’ll prosper, regardless of whether
My dreams are asleep or awake

Try as I might to shield his light
It’s me against a battalion
Of disparaging hisses and venomous kisses
That send me into oblivion

Still, there’s solace in the one who never brings me peace
He’s the master of my war
Who – to all my cries – commands that I,
Must do better and be more

Did I choose the cries he blares in my head?
Or are his the only I’ll hear?
Well, I’ll take this love – the one that I know
The one in my shadow,
So I’m not alone with my fear.