INSOMNIA

Days of restlessness
Nights of regret
Failing to banish thoughts
That he can't forget

He can't differentiate
Between night and day
Dream and reality - it's all the same

What he would give for a couple of hours
Deep in somnia
But he must endure the wee small hours
In insomnia

Days of frustration
Nights without release
Visions of dismembered corpses
May they rest in peace

He can't tell the difference
Between dusk and dawn
Caffeine puts him to sleep
The uppers can't stifle a yawn

What he would give for a couple of hours
Deep in somnia
But he must endure the wee small hours
In insomnia

He tosses and turns
He paces around his room
While the footage burns
Dogging his every move

What he would give for a couple of hours
Deep in somnia
But he must endure the wee small hours
In insomnia