No Sleep For The WickedMature

I'm not half-asleep
Yet I'm not quite awake
I'm starting to think
My sanity's at stake

This constant struggle
A long fight against sleep
It makes me weary
For the climb is so steep

Do not close your eyes
And do not dare to dream
The comfort you feel
Is not as it might seem

No love's found in sleep
In fact it's quite vicious
The things in your head
Are suspect; suspicious.

Never will I think
That sleep is for the best
Though it's nights like these
When I'd welcome the rest. 

The End

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