Alarm Clocks
I have to be up early
But early is a horrible thing
Why must I wake in darkness
When darkness of dreams is more pleasant to me
I can't seem to remember
Why I am doing this terrible thing
Submitting my self to the torture
Of the unbearable screech upon screech
The ever present waking of a terrible horrible machine
One that just won't quit
Or leave me to my sleep
The orange lights glow
To show the end of my beautiful dream
Snooze sounds amazing
Yet my machine
Refuses to believe in such a thing
So there I lay in darkness
Listening to screech upon screech
I would ask to let me end the torture
But that would mean truly waking
And waking equals early
Which we've agreed is a terrible thing
And on goes the unbearable screech