Insomnia

Another night I spend just sitting here, I still can’t seem to think-

Why it is I always feel like I’m dancing on the brink-

Like a ship that’s been bombarded taking water, I will sink-

In perfection, disconnected not a single solid link-

This night is harsh, and merciless, it will not let me sleep-

Won’t let my mind just drift away, these waking hours are my keep-

No crop shall come from out this long dead soil, still I reap-

No tears, not even those of blood can I be allowed to weep-

My eyes are dry and burning up, my throat is sore and dry-

Every muscle in my face is just so tight that I can’t cry-

My jaw constricted, and I can’t let escape a single sigh-

Feeling like I’d love right now, to crash and burn and die.