Once again I can’t sleep
Death’s scythe grasps me
And the voices, the people
Inside my head they creep
They lurk in dark corners
Of the room, and my mind
I hide under disorders
From their malevolent bind
I know I can’t hide, for they see me when I’m there
Running is pointless, they’re with me everywhere.
Quitting is sole escape, from pain and sorrow;
The life once mine, is one I daily borrow.