Insomnia
Been awake for days now,My eyes can’t seem to close.
Here in this chair for a week
Millions of things on my mind.
Nothing can help me, don’t try.
For days now, I’ve been so numb.
Nothing but silence runs through.
Visions are all I see instead of you.
Insomnia, is this what it is called?
The world spinning round everyday
While I still have sleepless nights.
These eyes will have bags till I die.
Everyone giving you sympathy,
When you don’t even need any at all.
What do you see in these eyes?
Tell me what really lies within.
When will these fearless sleepwalks
And sleepless nights finally deplete?
Will this all be one big mystery?
Insomnia, where will I go with it?
Don’t want it to follow me around,
I can’t take anymore of the silent deaths.
It’s been a part of me for some time now.
In the winter cold, smoke resembles breath.
Insomnia, is this what it is called?
The world spinning round everyday
While I still have sleepless nights.
These eyes will have bags till I die.
Everyday of feeling so small and helpless,
Spinning in circles, round and round.
So dizzy, and I’m eating myself to sleep again.
Haunted images pop out of the walls with pain
-Static Effect (c) 2008.
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