Absence of Sleep

The world is melting.
My eyes are wide.
No sense of slumber.
My eyes won't hide.
 
A bend of numerous days,
all of which have washed away.
Have lead me to this sleepless place,
where insomnia reigns over every face.
 
Sleep is not a visitor of mine.
The darkness won't embrace me.
My eyelids refuse to surrender to time,
yet long to be set free.
 
I'm being held captive by my very own head,
and long for the liberating consumption of black.
Taunted am I vigorously with thoughts of bed,
and the simple normalities I lack.
 
After eons awoken this feeling does peak.
My eyes feel heavy.
My knees feel weak.
Alas, my world grows darker,
and heavy the eyes do crack.
A sense of sweet pure somnolence,
compelled by beautiful black.
 
Here the climax comes,
and it shines so ever bright.
I've waited for ages to say this:
"I bid you all goodnight"