Insomniac's Lullaby

Come whom may to bask at night,

For whom the sun not rise.

Fearful, hopeful, death and life;

Night shroud, devoid of light.

Terror finds within our minds,

Horrors beyond compare.

When you wish for death and hope the best,

I can be found, if you dare.

Sleepless nights; too scared to try,

Your mind full of silhouettes.

Dancing, dying, love, the end;

So you just play pretend.

Say your fine, say you've lied,

Saying it's not so bad.

But it stays and night remains,

Depression to be had.

Clammy hands to hold your heart;

Darling, glass does break.

Your head does swirl, so too the world;

Your hands begin to ache.

When they drop and the glass break,

What is all that's left?

The cuts and scrapes and a hole that gapes,

But you blame the lack of deft.

Sleep is only for the weak;

For those, just an easy escape.

Leaving all of those beloved behind

In this reality's hell-scape.

So here I find myself to lay;

Accepting the terrors of the night.

In my mental prison I shall stay,

'Til someone gives my soul the light.