I'm never awake
I cannot sleep
I'm never aware
I've fell too deep
Into an abysm of
Sciolism and ridicule
Of those who misundestand
Or can't comprehend
INSOMNIA...
The decline of my mind
While in the motion of time
The slow motion of time
The illusions left behind
I can't close my eyes
I can't rest my mind
For a few minutes at a time
Searching for something cathartic
Why should I sleep
When I'm living my nightmare
My surmise that I keep
In my existance of despair
To stop the fucking dwelling
The grim, the mental swelling
On account of the morbid whispers
And the pathological murmurs
Dawn forgives all sins
Cures the enterprise within
All my senses are acute
Every answer comes with dispute
Why should I sleep
When I'm living my nightmare
My surmise that I keep
In my existance of despair
INSOMNIA
Its much to loud
INSOMNIA
Inoperable all around
INSOMNIA
I'm not fully aware
INSOMNIA
I'm not veritably here
Insomnia
Parasomnia
The Mania
Hypomania
Crazy Eight
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