Sleep is why I'd rather lie
awake than realize I am I.
A mind inside a tethered lair.
A room sealed tight, taste the air.
So bold my thoughts say to me,
I need not speak, I write with ease.

I need not see, my eyes are bright.
My dreams are stale, my glare does bite
My ears so all that I can hear
Are the thoughts that grow inhaling fear
With this, a mouth that can and will
Devour hopes and leave me still.

I'll clasp my panicked thoughts together
My sense of touch is even better.
You know that I can barely tell
If this is real or life in hell.
So I'll try to sleep, with all my being.
As my brain is filled with agony...

The voices only quiet to a whimper,
They never fade, an arctic winter.
I beg of them most every night
While I lay awake and lose the fight.
Please, hold my head against the floor
Please let me sleep, forever more.