Restless

 
The sun comes back up
to taunt me another day has come

More time continues in my
sleepless suffering

We among the insomniac masses
dread the beginning of a new day

The perils ahead of the half awake
The lack of release to dreams
so the mind can shut down
completely and the body can heal

Fuck you, fireball in the sky
The moon is way cooler
and holds better promise
for allowance of the one
thing we pray for most...

cover of darkness and
the chance to slip away
into nocturnal slumber