I hate the waiting most of all
More than I hate the nightmares
It's the seconds (hours) until I dive into insanity
I loathe these most of all
Why am I still awake?
It's 1 AM and I'm tired
I've had a big enough day
The last thing I need is the torture
Of my muddled paranoia
But I shan't sleep tonight
No, tonight I'm all confoozled
Emotions swirling my mind amiss
Sweet Jesus I hate waiting
Almost asleep...so close...
But--no--reality still grips me in its tenacious claws
So close yet so far
I never asked to be a night owl
Is one good night's sleep too much to ask?