Insomnia

So many thoughts running round my head.
My mind speaks to me as I lay in my bed.
So many subliminal suggestions.
And nothing answers my questions.
Restlessness, the curse of my gift.
I’m pulling another graveyard shift.

Can't go to sleep, my mind won't let me.
Wish it could stop, how great would that be?
In a way I like it but I just want to rest.
There's things my mind has to get off its chest.
My mind sabotages me every night.
Because of it I’m too tired to fight.

Slowly dying, but aren’t we all?
At least I am not alone in this fall...
Insomnia is my disorder to live with.
After a while sleep becomes a myth.
A war of thoughts and I’m in the middle.
If only I could sleep for just a little.