awaits me every night my bed
invitation to lay me down to sleep
those loathed slices of death
in which nightmares I can weep

do I bother to close my eyes
or sit and play this insomnia
neither choice will demise
my thoughts enclosed hernia

the moment my pupils register light
visions burn me like acid rainfall
electric currents start to ignite
and I am again angered for us all

if only I could be like all of you
in your premeditated happy rest
my dreams of hell would not be true
nor would waking up become this test