Sleepless nights, darkness my wench
deep dark terrors, my heart does wrench
close not my eyes, i see it once more
quick lock the windows, shut the door!
keep it out, this wicked and vile
it seeps thru the cracks and the floor tile
from deepest fear, i speak not its name
writhing and biting, eating my shame
it torments me most, when i lay here in bed
clawing and scratching down thru my head
silence forsakes me, and let's it all in
it feasts on my body, my mistakes and my sin
it pins me against, my legs and my arms
it whispers to me, intending most harm
this beast, this monster, wishes me mad
rips out my soul, the small bit I had
"Please go away" I scream and I shout
i try to cast, this deep evil, out
but its stronger, its faster, intending to stay
i'm beaten and broken, and only can lay
I am kept shallow, a prisoner in mind
from a monster, whom, no eyes can find
I reside here, alone, moon after moon
wishing death to visit, this shell of me, soon
every night it arrives, sharp talons of air
bewitching my eyes to a eery blank stare
blessing the hours, as the demon resides
waiting for morning, my savior, Sunrise.
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