Sleep

Churning over the same ground like a till

An LED 4am sears my eyes

I’m awake, I’m awake still.

Echoes in my head I wish I could kill

Reverberating between my ears like flies.

Churning over the same ground, I’m a till.

Dull your senses again. Take the sleeping pill.

Don’t expect much with a brain in disguise.

I’m awake and I’m awake still.

Try to direct your thoughts. What happened to free will?

Lay there in the awful reverie telling lies;

Churning over the same ground like a till.

I’m being pulled under by night’s anvil.

Finally, I melt into the mattress in sighs.

But no, I’m awake. I’m awake, still.

Now betrayed by shadows. Just give me a drill.

Isn’t it worth a shot if it satisfies

This horrific churning of the same ground, like at till?

I’m awake. I’m awake...still.