Confessions Of An Insomniac Pt.1

Why do I lie awake a night...
Hoping for things that won't occur,
It's as if someone took my sight,
Replaced it with a blur,
I think of the impossible things,
Things that couldn't be true,
Is it lust or pure sadistic addiction,
That draws me closer to you,
What keeps me up at this ungodly hour,
Is it just thoughts in my head,
Or is it my mind protecting me from the nightmares filled with dread,
Am I crazy, insane, or some creature of the night,
Whatever this dark habit is it just seems to feel right,
What things I stumble on as I lie awake,
If one could read my thoughts it would make them shake,
In terror or in fear,
Ha! No no my dear,
Don't be afraid come join me,
In the dark world of mine,
It may seem crazy to you,
But for me it's just fine,
This is my humble abode from which my thoughts run wild,
It's a wonder why these things didn't cause me to be locked away as a child,
But no I was hidden from darkness and it found me,
Innocent and pure and spotless as could be,
But what am I saying,
I live in the light,
But when the insomnia kicks in my thoughts bring quite a fright,
To those who don't know me I'm am hardly insane,
For you see I cannot help the ways of my brain,
Insomnia comes like a mist in the night,
And plays tricks with my imagination with glee & delight.