My neck is tense
Pointing to the opposite side from where I want to see
It moves across the corners of my eyes
A shadow that
Has no shape
Like nothing I've ever seen
Before I go to sleep
In the corner of the room there is a body
That I look at and it looks back
From which I can't turn my attention away
Because my eyes
Don't want to move
Because my eyes
Don't want to move
Because my eyes
Don't want to move
They don't want to point
To nowhere else
Where I want to see
Come, wake me up
So I can see
What I want the most
And go back to sleep
Again
Again
Again