I drive to an all night drive-thru,
Wishing for dreams to come true.
Dreams of sleep and wonderful dreams.
A night when my mind no more screams.
I’ll be tired at work, and out of my mind.
But I can’t find rest, all things falling behind.
Anger fills my thoughts, impotent fury.
Disgust and fear come like a January flurry.
I think of her, and all the love she gives.
In her eyes, she sees the God that Lives.
I see only death and a broken world burning.
There is no gold flakes of hope for discerning.
Alone in my room, dark violent music playing.
I understand all the curses they are saying.
The Devil always wins, always corrupts the light.
I would not be at peace, even if she was holding me tight.