deep sleep

oh sleep, oh sleep I yearn for you
I need to rest my head
I need to slumber deeply
in the rhythm of the dead
it's what the hypnotist told me
and I believe what is said

as I drifted deeper
I lost that panic attack
until I heard the devil say
there is no turning back
for we have all missed you
and we miss the craic

it's not the time for me to die
speeding upward I fled
a midst a group of mourners
thinking I was dead
so bitterly disappointed
now the will had been read