The Long Night

Fair, fair night. Grant me one soundless sleep.
Lay my head upon the pillow tonight.
Let my mind wander free, utter not one sound.
As tonight, my self drifts round and round.

Continuous thoughts keep me away from the side,
where I so long to dream for one moment.
Give me a single second's blessed peace.
A borrowed slumber will be my lease.

Damn the world as it cries aloud, let me rest.
Past the quarter of the twentythird hour I toss.
Turning endlessly as if locked in the wheel,
that rolls endlessly into eternity, so it would feel.

One o' clock rings and I still lie awake.
My soul for a coma, let me lie deeply cold for once!
Yet still this insomnia rattles me on.
A droning appears in my head, like the mower on the lawn.

Ever still the noise gets louder, pounding inside my skull.
No, no I shout, make it stop, go away!
The sound dies out finally, I clutch my face...
The feeling still far from slumber's silent embrace.

As the clock tower tolls four in the morning, I cry.
Yet another night's rest has passed this soul.
The tears flowing, running down my cheek...
mirror my mind, so do I shriek.

Damn this disease, and damn the skies above!
For once, for once I wish to rest calmly!
Yet Night After Night I Toss And I Turn!
And I Sit Awake In The Morning, My Eyes Burn!

This Lack Of Sleep It Drives Me Insane!
Pushing Me To The Brink Of Paranoia!
Finally, dear sweet sleep overtakes me...
And the alarm clock rings, obnoxious as can be.

Half past the sixth hour it tolls over again.
And I, tired and sore rise up from my spot.
Making the covers upon my bed...
Sometimes it's enough to make me wish I was dead...