Forevermore will my suffering continue as long as wrath burns in my heart.
Will I ever find peace?
Surely there is a place I can rest my head and close my weary eyes?
Or will my tortured mind keep me restless at night?
Slowly taking away my sleep and peace, covering me in a cloak of dust and soot.
Piercing eyes goad me.
They wait for me to tell them lies, but the truth is always prevailing.
They won't let me sleep until I give them what they want!
Shall I do it?!
Shall I feed them lies?!
Author Notes: This is more metaphorical rather than literal.