Sleep Trials

Fallacies of stagnant wasted dreams awakened me from sleeping...
I knew it was a lie as I gasped for air; the stairway to hell, from my psyche fell as I cried out to heaven
The clock reading 2:37, 3:42 then 4:11
It keeps happening!!! Over and over and over again
I can't sleep!!!
Although it seems I'm in the state of REM, grim are the chances of sweet dreams made of these one hundred and eighty degrees of defeat(zzz)
Alarmed by the annulling reassurance of soft whispers saying that every thing will be okay
Woes and weeping endure all night
Is it true that light from the break of day brings joy?
Mental strength of the emotionally maimed withers away
A mind is a terrible thing to waste as well as devastate
The impotence of vain, negative and idle thoughts could very well be the cause; and of this cause, insanity the cost
And of this naught a jaded being wrought
Awake thee I say to the spirit in me that quenches the thirst of a living being
Zombies; walking dead, in me are the molecules and particles of mustard seed faith and beliefs
The entity of a higher being envokes me to strive to live; against my own will
I am ill, with no insurance to pay high bills
In the darkness of the unknown; fearing that this may be the end of me; yet simultaneously feeling a sense of relief, from the probability that this life absent of peace of mind may soon come to cease
Come to ease these mysterious, debilitating things within me
Cells...celled
Trapped by my own cells and the secrets of my future they won't tell
To no avail the answers for which I've sought are found; so the hopes of my life's salvage is unspoken and prognosis goes unnoticed, without diagnosis
Pain and agnst I've come to know oh far too well; on so many levels through this element called life...
Worth living? Ha!
The tally marks on my arm says at times I think not
Drink not from the well of water where fathers harm daughters and mothers are martyrs
From firefighters to fire starters, lies liaisons, designed to intervene by any means necessary come what may spawn
May the yawning that springs forth from my restless loins; somehow come to cease May the dawn of tomorrow bring a peace that surpasses all understanding
Now understanding that the fallacious fantasies trespassing the property of sleep; are namely:
A decietful seed sown by enemies unseen
Because they fear the spiritually concealed strength within in me;
Cowardice acts of taunting my mind while asleep, simply means that when awake I conquer defeat