Sleep and Death

It is the morning and I am up.
It has been weeks,
It has been months.

I feel tired and exhausted but my calmness is fading.
I don't think you quite understand,
What exactly I am debating.  

Between violence or death oh which do I chose?
Between now and the spring,
I can not promise you which to do.
 
I have been searching and looking for rest, for sleep.
Everything coming to a halt
Maybe I am overreacting.  

But I do not think I am and am rather quite pleased,
With both of the options,
Oh this might give me a laughing wheeze.  

Oh never mind the second phrase I said.
I am not tired,
But ecstatically dead.

Hahaha I don't need sleep.
Why would I need that?
I mean I dead, I can't even breathe.  

Oh who first? Oh who should I infect?
Maybe someone at school,
Or maybe someone closer and not in debt.

Maybe families are indeed the people I should choose.
Oh seven I live with
Which one will lose?

You know what why do hurt one,
When I could hurt all
By killing the easiest one.

Of course that is me and only my life.
Am I crazy?
Well of course not I am just fine.

So goodbye to all it was a fun ride.
Just know one thing...
Just know that I did have a mind.