Sleepless

around and around and around it all spins this vortex of you that tries to suck me in I think that I've managed some damage control yesterday's paper rocks all that I know I think that its gone and buried real deep then here and now it's at the top of the heap I start to falter and so does my faith I realize I'm slipping and in dire straights I write with anger trying to get it all out over five hundred days of dissension and doubt you do not read me and no longer subscribe nothing is sacred and none of it jives I won't speak the words I wanted you to say I scrawl them in crimson the same ole cliche West rises the sun and bleeds red across my sky and sleepless I write in the dead of the night