4 in the morning and the thrist for rest had not stopped its fight
I try to isolate my ears from these threatening voices at night
I suffocate my face with my hands and arms to make the place seem darker
My eyes wouldn't fall for it. It only made the sleep all the more harder
My nails clenching into my skull as I try to cope with this pain
Dear God of the heavens show mercy, my eyes are red and burning... and I'm going insane
......I can't sleep... nature had won... alright lord.. what do you want from me?
