Sleepless

Me the insomniac,
Who stole my brains,
Watched the passing of hours,
And hasn't slept in days.

Sleep is for the young,
Dying for the old,
Just to be able to close the eyes,
To the darkness myself be pulled.

Dreams are rarity,
When you don't have the will,
Caring less for the world,
The more tired I feel.

With drawn shades,
The Dark sets the scene,
Energy drained Im confused,
Is this reality or is this dream.

I can't see light,
Madness replies,
If you could please just shut up,
So he himself would close my eyes.