Insomnia by Wintersleep

I will not grow tired
of crayon stars and fire
the sunlight has punctured
tiny holes of life

I closed my eyes
I held my breath
I prayed for light
and gasped for oxygen
it wasn't there
I couldn't see
to scare the shadow out of me
I couldn't sleep

My head's spinning. It's filled with I don't even know what. Voices. Yes, oh yes, I hear voices (!)

I am tired. Right here right now I am tired as hell. And at the same time I get these impulses. Mental impulses cross over to physical ones. Impulses reminding me about something. Unfinished business. Ordeals which are yet to come. Small things. Big things. Huge things. Gigantic things. 

Confused and lost. Losing my ficking mind. 

Breathe, I say then. Just try to sleep, I say even later. Yet, I can't. I couldn't sleep.