It's unbearable claws neverending dispair a pain you would know like blood in the snow like rain on hot skin the line was drawn thin between sanity and then the mind with its sin a caged feral beast is my love at least the morning I dread so I won't go to bed and I will wait with the night in the veneer of this lie until morning light fightning sleep until dawn on my breast I yawn then I weep unkowingly, fighting sleep
I rather not sleep, for I will regret what I have done in the morning.