When will this life of mine that is insanity
Be forgotten once more, in the sanity of sleep
The dark endless pit that is my chest
Let’s even the brightest of lights die
Even incandescent light that shows the influence of hope
Can be swallowed by the obscurity and ambiguity of my own being
Where then can I find comfort?
Never do I rest soundly
Revelling in my own misery until the piercing
The revelation of dawn approaching
Sickens you into a nauseated thirst for sleep
Fighting between the thirst for self-condemnation
And the thirst for the cold embrace of sleep
Like Odysseus in his 10-year plight
May I reach restful sleep tonight
As I lie here in turmoil, one minute, If but a night.