Elusive sleep is creeping by,
slipping of into the night,
weighted eyelids standing firm,
bloodshot outlook as dawn returns.  

The dreaded birdsong falls upon my ears,
not a bit of sleep before i face my fears,
a day ahead of being weak and unable,
I'd meet friends for lunch but i'd die at the table,

The spaced out limbo is hard to fight,
In your own world while your stood at the lights,
Traffic sound horns and pedestrians moan,
don't walk round half asleep and try using your phone,

The sudden screech predicts the fatal halt,
your eyes seen it happen but your reactions are shot,
lying there broken and bruised a heap on the floor,
the killer looks white out of the driver side door,

A hesitant step and shudder of breath,
the driver cant bear to look down on this mess,
legs bent backwards and folded under his car,
and the pearly white teeth glinting down on the tar,

A sound of a siren and the muttering crowd,
our man lies there broken under a car on the ground,
his blood stains the concrete as he stares without fright,
but laughing inside because he'll ******* sleep tonight,