I Like It A Bit Rough

The bits turn to purified glass, like an element of expected suprise.
I need to find a place where I am safe. Where things don't go bump in the night.
In my dreams I am dried out for this place in your eyes is hell.
Sleeping in a momentum of time that would have been with you.
I think this place isnt hell you just want it to be your.
Your view on how I am treated.
By the absence of pain in all.