I lie awake
Somber and Sober
Silently waiting
For it to be over

My lullaby begins
As I count my sins
My heart, the percussion
My lungs, the winds

Insomnia
Visits me again
My nightly guest
My lonesome friend

She holds me again
And cradles me awake
As I contemplate my life
This horrible mistake

I knew a girl
Whom I could tell
Knew Insomnia too
And knew her well

We crossed at a party
Just two Insomniacs
The type who like a drink
To fill what life lacks

I came to leave my sorrows
Or put on a makeshift mask
To lose myself in a bottle
And find some girl to forget fast

And there I spotted her
Surrounded by three or four guys
The most beautiful thing in the room
Cursed with the most tired eyes

Later that night
Or should I say dawn,
We drunkenly traded heartbeats
Behind doors that were drawn

She got up afterwards
And thought she was out of sight
When I saw her secrets there
In the pale bathroom light

She had counted
Counted on her arms
Tales of the nights
These long nights of harm

On her thighs,
On her hips,
Where I had laid my lips
Laid Insomnia's gifts

She sat and cried
A low, honest wail
The kind I knew
And I knew it well

She cried for rest,
For sleep, for peace, or otherwise
The kind she only saw
In everyone else's eyes

I want to say I got up
To say we fell in love
But neither of us took action
Both as innocent as doves

...

So I write
I write once more
To the drone of
My melancholic score