Sleeplessness is a lonely kingdom.

I could promise myself discipline with the daylight,
but what if I told you that I lied under the moonlight?
Sinners never sleep,
sinners never sleep.

They lie awake and talk
with the wings of Gabriel.
They don't shut their eyes;
there are stories in the picture houses of their own.
Of lie and deciet.
And guilt and anguish.

They'll never sleep.

They'll howl with the night
and forget why they were meant
to darken their hearts to match the sky.

They'll never glow. They'll never beat.
I'll never sleep. I'll never sleep again.

Tightened skin stretched around burning sockets
dry eyes that want nothing more then to weep
staring at non existent patterns of the ceiling
trying to decipher something
anything
to bring release, blessed unconsciousness
to float away for a time and timeless
to not exist
nothing
until time to wake again to face this hateful world
torn full of words and screaming to be heard
only to rush to another endless night
to lay alone with the voices
and wish desperately
to sleep
tortuously the weary mind tired beyond comprehension
is denied this most basic of escapes from life
seemingly trapped here in this stale
empty bed that reflects
waking life.

Send me out to the emptiness between galaxies
and let me sleep forever in the cold dark
peace.

the hours struck off
faint whispers
within an empty room
nothing im not used to
I lay in bed
the walls began to consume me
slowly closing around me
breathing gets harder
I choke for air
its no where to be found
a pressure
begins to sink upon my chest
theres no easy way out
I look
for an explanation
and everything
suddenly is okay again
a raven
caws in the distance
another soul has been stolen
am i still alive
was it my soul?
I float above my body
maybe I finally fell asleep
and this is only
a wonderful nightmare
my silver thread is gone
I look up
theres no light
i am doomed for eternity
to wander aimlessly
among this god forsaken planet
an hope someone
anyone
will  stumble upon
my now decaying corpse
after all I chose solitude
I chose to be forever
lonely
within these wall
and now
it was my fate
no chance
to ever change
it"ll be more peaceful this way

What "it" is exactly;
The world may never know.
But through clever subtle suggestion...
I hope to bestow or show.
Let it begin
To some it pushes;
Others he pulls.
It's the longing of writers
And the desire of fools.
The artist must scratch it
Creation its only appeasement.
But the industrial man
pretends he never sees it.
It stabs at my feet
And rouses my sleep
Like finding the peace
In the crashing of seas;
Shore; it has a name
But to know it would conjure blame
And we can't have that!
Or "it"
So make.
*ART

It's okay.
It will be alright.
I won't lie awake
Throughout the night.
This is good.
It's what I wanted.
Don't be upset when
It all goes Wrong.
So wrong.

My poultices
Were poisonous,
Infecting her
Open wounds.
For every tear
I thought to shed
she'd already bled tenfold.

I couldn't see?
I didn't know?
I claimed affection...
Yet it didn't show?

It's too late now
For me
To turn back
What has been done.
I'll hold Her Heart close
In memories
Alone.

In the dark nights, never will one find,
The memories of the insane skies.
I have no recollection, of any sorts of determination,
Of Morpheus to close my eyes curtain.
Find me in my plight, so little in comparison,
To the loss of the slumber kingdom.
The morning dawn breaks, so cruel in it's eternal fate,
On my Renaissance of my personal cave.
In a moment it shall be fine, but till I have escaped,
I shall gaze at this treacherous, mocking weight.

I can't sleep- and I'd like to think you are still up too.
But I know you aren't.
You are curled up in bed with the smell of her perfume
acting like a lullaby.
I'm not saying I miss you-
that would be silly.
I'm the one that ended things.
I'm not sure I ever really missed you
Just the feelings I once had-
you reminded me that I could in fact love someone.
Looking for those feelings is what keeps me up at night.
I know you are asleep because you have found those feelings
with her.

We carry these heavy boulders
tending to forget to shrug our shoulders
Release the pressure of our endeavours
of daily drums we beat with rigor.
Pit stop before the brakes disintegrate
from the overbearing weight of worlds we create
and expect it all to stop when we wink at the stars.
Returning to rest, only a moment for our conscious cranium
then awake and get going, just as quickly as we killed the engine
only a few lonely hours before.