Sepia day

All of the colors are blending
there's not much left to know
but i'm slipping through the cracks
and I'm falling into a long sleep

For sleep is a journey
and waking up a destination
you never know where your going
until you wake up in the same place

Surrounding pressure on my head from all sides
lead in my shoes
taste of sickness in my mouth

What a wonder it would be
to get better again
but I won't even remember
until the sickness falls upon me again