Talk to myself, lie in the darkness so content.
As the sun begins to rise, I can barely shut my eyes.
This crazed, delirious mess; laughing at everything I see.
My sanity is spent. Just tell me where my time went.
I'm losing it.
Attention: All insomniacs, please raise your right hand.
And kindly, repeat after me.
"I guess I'll sleep when I am dead!"