My mind descends Into the whirlwind of mania Enslaving me to its whims. No matter how drained My spirit may be I cannot seek rest For it is a stranger to me. I’ve been tired for hours, Maybe even years. But even if I lay like a corpse, Still and silent, Barely even breathing, I remain awake. No matter how heavy My eyelids become Or how sluggish My thoughts are, Sleep Seems to always evade me.