30 August 2012
Never actually asleep, nor awake. The mind doesn't stop, or rest. Constantly staring, eyes like a rake. Thoughts of everything becoming a pest. Nothing goes unnoticed, yet stays unknown. Memories aren't recorded, life just passes. Just for a nap, eyes would have to be sewn. I can't relax into slumber; like the masses.
Laying there, staring into space. Nothing to see, just four walls and a ceiling. How I'd like a friend, a talking face. Someone to help make me have a feeling. Lack of sleep numbs the senses, you see. I don't feel, I just know what's happening. Feeling trapped, never to be free; To be released into the land of the dream.
Insomnia • Opuss № I