No bed of feathers I will, lay you down to sleep on, only bed of NAILS that will, prick, hurt, and make you bleed slowly.
No bed of feathers I’d made, ‘cuz, I don’t sleep well on things that soft, as I’d, learned to, adapt myself, to the, bed of hardened truths of my own, childhood years.
what the “bed”, might look, like…
No bed of feathers will be mine, and I’m okay with it, even though, I KNEW damn well, that I don’t deserve the abuse and neglect I’d, endured through my earlier years, into my adulthood days.
No bed of feathers will be made for you to lay to rest in, because you do NOT deserve to rest easily, because you DESERVE to SUFFER, for what you did to me, and my nonexistent, already DEAD daughter!
No bed of feathers I will make for you, you can, go to sleep, and wake back up, in that, bed of, lies, that will, eventually, DROWN you to D-E-A-T-H…
Life, the Obstacle Course 