Close and Weave

The weight that tugs on my chest,
the constant replay of boring and dragging songs in my head is sucking my breaths and sanity.
They whisper me lullabies while pricking on my eyes.
Close your eyes, don't close them.
Weave your dreams, don't weave them.

The faint ache in my temples ties my head up in a knot,
the uncomfortable positions on the bed,
the striking fluorescent light,
...
Close your eyes, don't close them.
Weave your dreams, don't weave them.