A lack of sleep,
Feels like roaches carving into your brain.
Each noise that you hear is like an oncoming train.
An unfitful rest is never the same.
It begins to poison and contaminate your brain.
You begin to see shadows
And hear them call your name.
You begin to believe its your claim to fame.
So say your name,
Say it loud and clear,
Say it so all the insomniacs can here.
While they are drowning in depression,
Those neurotic basket cases,
Being eaten alive by tension
Being driven to their basements
To see what that thud was that they heard late at night.
It’s the things they imagine that give them such fright.
Like the idea that one may never bed wed,
Destined to die lonely, no one by their deathbed.
Or the thought of finding the one
Only to have her torn away
By another man, woman, or thing
And live without her everyday.
The idea of being accompanied
By an in intense loneliness
That no one else can comprehend
That ***** the very life right out of you,
That constantly clings to your hand.
I find that I can never sleep
Anytime time I need to.
These are the thoughts that keep me awake
And make me realize I need to
Find another way to cope
With all the things I’ve been through.
For sleep cannot grant me the repose I need,
Nor the comfort I wish,
Because on the rare occasion that it occurs,
All I feel is anguish.