Saturday, 10 November 2012


It's 2 am,
The clock is ticking
And yet
Here I lie wide awake

My head is full
The thoughts rushing
Like a torrid stream
Swollen with the winter rains

I can't make it stop
Why won't it stop
Don't I deserve
A little peace?

It's 3 am
And here I lie
Crying softly
In my bed

Why can't I sleep
Why can't I end
The roiling

It hurts you know,
It fucking hurts
It kills me slowly
Slowly but surely.

The longer I toss and turn
The more desperate I get
I know that this must end.
I know that my life must finish
For me to get some rest.