Lullaby of an Insomniac
All the world has gone to bedWhile I'm stuck staring at my ceiling,So what's the agenda for tonight?Overwhelm myself with the sneering silenceor drown in those jaggedmemories of you?It's a tough decision.
Pushing away the budding tears,that arrive when I think of you,I make my choiceand envelop the deafening lullas my world becomes coldDeadAnd mute.
The dead air makes a mockeryOf my heavy lids,And I pray for sleep to wash over melike the foamy white wavesof my dreams.
Unable to bear the noiseless comatoseMy eyes open to the pigments of youAnd I feel that recognizable chokeAs the empty walls collapseOnto my insomniac heart.Soon,Undisguised and aquamarine,I feel the poxy digital glare of the clock As it picks upon what is left of me.
And I often wonder what causes my restlessness,Why can’t I embrace sleeplike those around me?But as a reminder I am smacked in the face by my hyperactive mind.My head is whirring.StopI beg of you...