Dark shadows walk the walls. As I lay here trying to find sleep,
My mind races on through the night. I realize all I want to do is write. I cannot help it things come to mind. The point is I cannot sleep when all I want to do is write. Soon if I don’t get no sleep; Insomnia will take a hold, fucking with my head. I start to see images of what you last said. Oh dear lord please let me sleep. The late is night, not much longer till dawn. I spend the next day dragging along. Sleep the evening away. Yet again I lay awake at night; ideas come caving in through my head. I must; i have to write them down.