Trying to sleep, to no avail Tossing and turning, mind churning Shadows sliding and shifting, melting Whispers in the dark, so unreal I'm trying so very hard to cope But this is so very tiring, so hard I'm on the fourth night of this, no sleep And those whispers?, they're ever louder Ever clearer, many voices in this night Each giving voice, to different desires Few promise pleasure, none promise joy Most promise wickedly dark twisted things Razors and scalpels, meat hooks and blades Crushed red velvet splattered with rage I press hands to my ears, all in vain And cry out desperately for this all to change But change it does not, no not at all For I can't sleep, not even a wink I'd take more pills, the doctor prescribed But all are already gone, I've taken them all The darkest shadows now creep and crawl Slowly, quickly, and then not at all I know this insanity's not my fault It's just how my brain is, damaged and wires crossed I suffer from severe chronic insomnia, there have been times where I haven't slept for up to 9 days at a time(minus micro-sleeps of course). The worst period started in Sept. 2010 and went til April 2011 where I'd be lucky to sleep 5-8 nights a month(yeah so not fun). It hasn't been too terrible since April of last year, but the last month it's been acting up. This however was written in October, I'd been sleeping fine except for the night it was written. Anyway I think this gives a good idea what insomnia is like. Especially since at the day four mark without sleep anyone(and everyone) starts hallucinating because one's brain just can't take it. Anyway I have a lot of poems that revolve around this topic, since. . . well I'm an insomniac and you write what you know right?