Little did i know there was gossip in the air,
The whispers of a thousand words,
Turned a deaf ear,
But there was so much in the air,....
A celebration of gossipers,
Done more by worshippers,
I tried to forget the words,
But the pain reminds me more,...
A bit of sleep will make me pale,
But i need it to remain hale,
I thought of my sanity and the pain,
And with the sleep there was more to gain,
Trying to get up from nothing with pressure,
But my downfall and suffering give them pleasure,
Am just going get delight in sleep,
As its the only way to escape their snare.