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THE COUSIN OF DEATH...

I fucking despise sleep.
The cousin of death.
A whole world of mocking dreams so vivid,
only to spit me out,into disappointing consciousness.
With Nothing.
Or nightmares,that have had me almost gouging my eyes out,
and jamming my fingers down my throat.
Dreams only last a few seconds you know?
I strip the bed of it's linen every time.
Writhing about,like a pathetic worm on hot concrete.
We need it though don't we?
I've held out until the hallucinations caught me.
Until the whole world had a metallic shine.
I was nauseous,and spasmodic,but it was worth it.
Stayed out of that hell for 4 days.
It only made me sleep longer,when I finally did.
I loathe the fact,that I'm unable to realize I'm dreaming.
When I'm being gutted alive,
or stabbed in the jugular vein.
Or when I travel back in time,
or see her face.
I want to know it's not real,when fire kills my family,
and I choke on their ashes.
Or when I find a large sum of money,
and have superpowers.
Fuck you sleep!
My internal clock boils over anxiety when I know it's close.
Knowing the forces surrounding my life...
The sickness that plagues my existence.
I'm destined for a coma one of these days.

Ha fucking Ha...