You can not sleep
You eyes will not close
And when they do
They'll just open again
Very soon
Midnight is early
You may as well be an owl
Everyone is sleeping
Yet you are still dwelling
You Pathetic
Worthless
Insomniac
YOU ARE READING
Eccedentesiast
PoetryEccedentesiast: One who hides behind a smile. © 2012-2013 Jayliana Marie