Dreams of an Insomniac

Burning, flaming, bleeding.
If I subcumb to the pleading,
I just might stop feeling.
It's bright in here.
Because Darkness is my worst fear.
It's warm in here.
Because the cold makes my mind too clear.

Close your eyes and
Listen to my lullabies.
Soothe your aching mind,
And sleep you will find.
Relax your perplexion
And you will receive protection.

(If I die before I wake,
I pray my soul the Lord to take)
Softy, the faces, they whisper,
"Come out and play."
Oh, I wish that I could
And not dream for a day!
Oh, how delightful it must be.
To be unburdened by sleepless demons!

Close your eyes
And listen to my lullabies.
Soothe your aching mind,
And sleep you will find.
Relax your perplexion,
And you will receive protection.

I dream the morbid dreams
Of an insomniac.
Sleep is not something to lack.
Hard as I try, my attempts are feeble.
My mind still soars as though an eagle.
Without dreams, I am controlled by a marquee.
Dull, like a puppet hanging by strings.
Unreasonable, like a bird without wings.

Close your eyes and
Listen to my lullabies.
Soothe your aching mind,
And sleep you will find.
Relax your perplexion,
And you will receive protection.

Dream the morbid dreams of an insomniac,
Let sleep be what you lack!