I scratch an itch that isn’t there
I toss and turn and pull my hair
I feel the madness creeping near,
My mind is chasing my heart is racing
I close my eyes in search of darkness,
Please take me now and pull me under.
My limbs are heavy, I want to cry
As I see the sun lighting the sky.
Another night, another day
It doesn’t matter they’re all the same.
But I will try again tonight
To chase the darkness of the night
To embrace the sleep that seldom comes
For fear of the madness, caused in its absence.
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