Oh insomnia,
How I hate thee.
Your vile maw devours
The Cycle as it should be.
Your madness inflates
My soul so very black
And forces it down a path
From which it cannot turn back.
These thoughts you bring
Their evil reigns
And anger's king
Is crowned again...
I lie awake
And blink my eyes
As your dark soul
Makes me want to cry.
And I look up,
Staring at nothing
Feeling in my heart
That something is coming.
An evil thing
That has no name
The like of which
Won't be seen again.
Oh, Insomnia, Insomnia,
You foul beast I decry!
You tear my heart limb from limb
And make me wish that I might die.
