The birds

I sometimes forget how to sleep
and it comes the time for the birds to cheep
and I realize it got me again
Insomnia my dear old friend

But I sit here high as a kite
with brain filled with stubborn old shite
and on a night like this even Adeus doubts his might
The sights and sounds of a world outside
shall soon turn to color which will drift inside

My mind is filled with the same old plots
of death and humorous destruction
the end of days in the same old ways
and throats slit just for the occasion
But these thoughts are the same everyday
and hold no blame for my sleepless affliction  

And there it is yet again
for the first life time in his life
Adeus must ask himself
why can't I sleep tonight?