When you finally get to close your eyes
And turn off your mind.

Hitting reset
For the next sunrise,
Except some of us stay up
All through the night.

Watching the sun come again like we did the day before.
Not getting that refreshed start.
Instead sitting alone in the dark,
Begging in our hearts
For just a few ******* hours.
Eventually pleading for a few minutes
To just shut off our thoughts.

Slowly I count the days,
Scratching the marks on the walls of my brain.
My demons end up coming into play and I just want an escape.

The days slowly repeat and all I want is some sleep
But I'm cursed at the moment,
Stuck in the torment of
A well performing zombie act,
A temporary insomniac.