•  y-e-a-h.                       
                 

^whatever,                                                  

       *my*   c O C k                                       

owns.            

*~**~*  

sleep is a disease that i cannot catch

my mind is helpless, cloudlessly bereft

speech is only something i've dreamed of

or wished to have dreamt

sleep will not come

will not settle my restlessness

nor sweep away my fears

what i wouldn't give to be in that helpless state of apathy

so many call sleep.

its stubborn animosity, taunting and teasing

i just lay there, too exhausted to fight

but not enough so to be freed from my wakeful torment.

i would say you're cool, but you're not. you know who are you..oh yes

much love.