Insomnia His Product.

Tonight, dead in the night
Yesterday, the day before
A week, a month, years
Ago
Sleep has grown legs
And walked away,
Leaving behind,him
Dominating, my
Thoughts, my heart
 My sleep.


I can feel the spring of my bed
I can hear the little animals
Talking, whispering, biting.
I can see the darkness around me
I can touch it
Silence, cracking, AC running
The world's asleep
Dead.
But I am living
Lifeless, but thinking,
Of nought....
 he dominates my thoughts.

But I do not want to think
No.
Please be gone!
Sleep, please cut off your legs
Because,
I want to forget
I want to be thoughtless
But I think, think, sleepless...
Is he thinking of me as well?
While wrapped up in his sleep
Is it I, dominating
His heart, His thoughts
His sleep....?

Sleep, did your legs lead you
to him, instead?
Did you take the warmth from me
to him?
And dreams..., dreams..., dreams...
Dreams that I have no longer...
Just thoughts, dominating
And Sleep has grown legs.

If I cut off my head,
Would he be gone?
If I opened doors and windows
of my heart,
Would he finally escape?
Like Sleep, he has grown legs
Yesterday, weeks, months, years
 Ago.
But he dominates
My thoughts, on and on and on....

 Tell him to stop!
Please, Sleep
Tell him!
I can give him that pleasure
No longer.
For he has grown legs no longer!
I have cut off, today,
His legs, my thoughts, my head
Your legs...
Sleep, please.
Stay with me.