I\'ve been sleeping lower
And lower down my bed.
I\'ll lay momentarily
On a busy day
Adjusting them,
A certain way
But when I rest my head at night,
Theres no reason to move them.
Ive been sleeping lower and lower across my bed.
Those breif seconds,
Embedded
Those moments
Lingering on the cotton
I died inside that today.
Is this the rotting?