Insomnia is a black Room,
You can't turn on the Lights;
A perfect place for people who -
Are afraid of - the Dark -
There are no Monsters in this Room
That hide - under the Bed;
The only - Monsters - you'll find here,
Are the ones in my Head -
Be careful! They will bite - and scratch;
Mercy - they do not know,
Tasty - is the untroubled mind
And Rotten - is my own.
The Monsters will not let me Sleep;
Waiting - behind closed Eyes,
The only Angels that live here -
Are Monsters in disguise
My Thoughts are loud and won't turn off;
I lie in Bed - awake -
Lying with the Monsters until -
The Dawn begins to break.
