Bed of nails

On a bed of nails I lay trying to find relief pleasure spiked with pain beyond belief my mind drifts away my worries postponed my imagination at play my fears become unknown On a bed of nails I lay wanting to escape to be free while my problems evaporate my thoughts become crystal clear my sight no longer a blur my ears are open to hear my words no longer a slur From the darkness that will creep on a bed of nails I sleep waking up refreshed and new works for me, can it work for you?