Insomniac at Heart, Asleep in the Brain

Here I sit with a hunger for the likeness,
Trying to figure out the words to say
But nothing to seems to come out
When I close my eyes.
I just need to rest,
Unlike the fairy tales that children read every day,
Flipping from page to page and reading the words
That they find themselves dreaming about that very night.
I don't care!
I really don't,
I just yearn for the solemn tranquility that everyone
Deserves at night
And to live in peacefulness
And in this pre-dusk air,
There shall be not a speck of fright inading the minds of the lonely
And restless beings who of which I am a part of.
Great horned god!
Please let me find harmony.