Insomnia Stalker

Waiting for it to come… Knowing that he is out there watching me I’ve grown to despise his nightly visits And groping hands inside my brain No calm retreat and peaceful surrender to slumber – Not with this one Torment in the form of flashing images Fast-forwarded thoughts and cycling jolts Of sudden forgotten things remembered He waits just around the corner… Sometimes I can see his dark shadow lurking Attempting sleep is like spreading out into his dank corpse All night is a struggle to separate myself from that feeling He is a curse and one has to be armed How are the sleeping pills working? Not so well I guess…