“say your prayers and sleep will come”
but I can’t be a dreamer. not now.
nothing is showing in theatres tonight.
come, dear insomnia. be my drug of choice
curse, bless me nothing. sleep will come when sleep will
cause for cause i’ll stay awake. mercy mine, mercy not.
with careful movements from rapid eyes, i’ll never wake from this blessed state.
slumber is sweet, but sweeter is the pounding of exhaustion
in the pit of my stomach, in the depths of my being, the ghost of a dream remains
please please go back to sleep