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I lay me down upon my bed,

And try to go to sleep.

Visions dance within my head,

Into my mind things creep.

What starts off as a nightmare,

Becomes much more than that.

I’m awake, now that’s the true scare,

Not asleep as I once thought.

The line between insanity

And reality grows thin.

The world caught up in vanity,

As it falls into a spin.

Alone I walk within a night

That spills into a day.

No rest for the wicked knight,

No time for me to stray.

I try to differentiate

Between what’s real and in my head.

By the time I’m half way there,

My mind is all but dead.

I enter where I should not be,

And leave a different way.

However I choose to be seen,

Is the way you’ll see me today.

I have a thousand faces,

One for each person and day,

The others leave no traces,

The others do not stay.

No matter how good I try to do,

No matter what I try to be,

The punctures of life do not go through,

The nails don’t make me bleed.

Insomnia, a funny thing,

which messes with your inner self.

It hits you like a wasps  sharp sting

Then puts your sanity on a shelf.

It puts it by your feelings,

By greed and hate and love,

By your morals and your meanings,

Its fits it with a shove.

Hard to sleep when the truth’s not known.

When tails have sprouted tails.

Hard to sleep, if the truth is shown.

Like laying on a bed of nails.