The Punch Screen

In the sleep I try to hide As you keep missing by my side In the dim light of the crescent moon My heart plays the most peculiar tune It thumps and howls into the night My blood rushes like a full moon's tide I bite the pillow I punch the bed More alive than living - as good as dead Stars are all empty - eyes gone blind Taking away my peace of mind My skin bears marks of my heart's aching I'm never asleep until I'm waking I never find you with my eyes open I'm waking up cold and broken