Before the sun is up, I awake
Why can't i sleep for Heaven's sake?
Less and less, as I get older,
Insomnia is the demon on my shoulder

Thing I write, are things he says
I write until the start of the days
During sun-lit hours he is silent
But when night falls, he becomes violent

Arousing me from my sleep
I arise, and drowsily creep
Back to my desk to start again,
This old, cold, neverending chain