sleep

Sometimes I feel as though i am swaying in the mist
Rocking back and forth Answering the voices in my head
People walk by at their own time
Distroying the destructive nature born with
Setting down the loaded pen
Smoking paper, the ink well stain
Sweat pouring out lies
Many minds fried for laughter
I cry
My words fall
They just fall off the black board
The chalk filled of nothing
God Damn it just sleep!