Insomnia

The velvet darkness approaches slow
To embrace my mind and sink, although
My whirling head, too distrait for sleep
Tossed on the storm upon my pillow
The velvet darkness approaches slow

Shapes and faces crawl from the gloom
Spewed forth from my sleepless eyes into the room
Taunting feelings from my past keep me awake
Horrors and shame make me yearn for the tomb
Shapes and faces crawl from the gloom

After 1, the pain begins as a gentle sigh
Melancholy turns to blackness and I start to cry
Desperate but tortured, my mind is inside out
For sleep I would give my soul, my life, my eyes
After 1, the pain begins as a gentle sigh

In the wee small hours I have to cry
If I cannot sleep, then I shall have to die
The rain on the window symbolises my woe
Into its cold black embrace I wish I could fly
In the wee small hours I have to cry

Finally I sink and a warm glove wraps around my mind
Dripping oil inside me as the cogs cease to grind
I drift away from myself at last, from my now and my past
Leaving misery and sadness and insomnia behind
Finally I sink and a warm glove wraps around my mind

Drifting in bubbles of softness and shade
Free from the mess in my head that I’ve made
Rolling soft and gentle, at last not going mental
A silent surrender to this self inflicted tirade
Drifting in bubbles of softness and shade

Too soon the dawn comes and the clock scares me awake
Another night too short, another early daybreak
My limbs feel so tired, my brain is unwired
My body wrapped in bindings of ache
Too soon the dawn comes and the clock scares me awake

Throughout the day exhausted I creep
At dusk I’m in bed and to the pillows I weep
Just for one night please give me some sleep