As I silently will to lie down and forget,
To delete things ringing, scattering above.
An unceasing noise is emanating from a bell.
As I await fatigue by what the evening promised,
I start shutting each window, and then every light.
Yet my eyes remain open, ever so wide
With slumber slowly fleeting my eyes,
Why is it that I am sleep deprived?
I hasten to question: “Am I high?”

It’s a wretched site, the breaking of dawn,
A constant reminder, of a battle daily lost.
I hope, still, and try to wield my exhaustion.
Would it not be simple for me to be able to write?
The fate of blinking, each and every shut-eye?
To escape reality and to command its return!
However, these are but my empty thoughts.
I burst obstinate from this miserable unrest.
I beg of you, do not pay this any mind!

“This mind of mine is severely plagued,”
As I say this I hear but only laughter.
Deranged voices from the callous-ignorant,
Unaffected, unmoved, and empathy-sans.
I sense myself conceding, losing yet another battle.
My sanity begins leaking, draining away
As the walls of reason begin closing inward,
I am coerced. “I am now a condemned man.”

Compelled to reconcile, I raise a white flag.
Proclaiming my insanity, this laughter begins to fade,
And a giant voltage surges through my brain.
I surrender my body and my tools of experience.
Anguish, fear and despair is all that I have left.
There still is no sight of sleep in my eyes.
Imagine the plight of a fatal insomniac,
Well, what is he if not simply a maniac?
I beg of you! Do pay heed to these manic cries.