the irony is plain to see.
i am awake as you sleep.
and in the light i see the world,
you get mad when your coffee is cold.
the darkness harbors your peace,
your dreams cower behind your sleep.
unlike yours, my dreams live.
your world is one that never gives.
while you find safety in your sleep,
i lay awake and softly weep.
for all the anger, fear, and pain,
leaves you when your dreams reign.
and as you oh so sweetly rest,
your demons wreak havoc.
and i am here to see it all,
my pretty peace with sun does fall.
I'm awake far past my turn,
i watch all your bridges burn.
its ironic, im so good at heart.
but im cursed as an insomniac whose afraid of your dark.