I feel trapped sleeping in my own bed, as though its a bomb and im just counting my hours away until i become destructive. I reach a point where tiredness becomes a blanket stretched thinly over my body. I have become so unaware of it that it prevents me from drifting into the lullaby created by sleep. Instead I'm caged like a creature in the blankets of my mind and I can never escape until the morning sun draws the conciousness from my veins. And even then when I open my eyes somewhere within myself i know, that the demons in my mind had gifted me more nightmares to add to my list.
