I'd rather sleep than die
I feel like my wings have been ripped from my back;
I am the fly.

I am the voice inside of my own head,
I am the headache that I try to kick back with pills as I drown them with water and hope that it sinks.

Sleep at my fingers tips yet I can't get a grip.
I'm losing control now but somehow I still have enough to type these words.

I am the man in the mirror who believes I can cross over if I stare into my reflection long enough.

Now I lay thee down to sleep- is a joke at best.
But allow me to digress, surely I jest.
Word play is the new flirtation and  an argument with myself may as well be *******.

I speak in tongues that I can only say when I'm sleep deprived and half dazed.

Come now with the sun to try and bring clarity, I close my eyes and ignore the message, unfazed I remain.