There is something inside of me that won't let me sleep.
A pinch licked onto my shoulder
breathing the stench of reality.

The hairs on the back of my neck reach far
as to protect me.
But I am exposed
and I'm so ******* tired.

My lids so heavy I can stretch them up and over my head.
A masochistic joke I play with myself.

There is something hiding that won't let me sleep.
Licking it's fingers before it takes hold of my neck.

It wants to take a good look at me.
Get a good look at me.