Hunted

I dare not close my eyes,

For my demons hunt me down.

What seeds have I sown?

Watered with laments and cries.

Piercing through earth came furies,

With shame and guilt I drown.

And your conscience they crown,

My spirit from my body thus flies,

I no more can breathe.

A dip in river Lethe,

Might have been my cure.

But disgrace lies in store.

Abandoned by Hypnos,

Lost my way to Morpheus .