The Edge of Madness (Insomnia)
Into the bed I sink But I cannot sleepMalevolent thoughts will not stopNow will they ever leave…. It’s either later at night or early in the morning Depending on how you think Thank the Gods for Marijuana For there is nothing alcoholic to drink But neither of these can be a real cure for insomnia Which is the affliction I suffer that takes me to the brink The Edge of Madness And I’m sad this Is the way I live…. But I’m glad this Is all I have to give…. The birds begin to sing The start of the false dawn I wonder what the day will bring As I listen to their sweet songNothing lasts forever, including Life This is so quickly goneMy heart aches so sadMy Soul scream out this is wrong But that same Soul cannot answer why I am me Forever gone, lost in The World’s insanity….