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Tiredness
IP:
It looms over-head.. Coming down and circling ever nearer
Drinking a mug of coffee...
... Tryin' to wake up and think clearer
Longing to sleep.. Put my mind is racing like shocked heart-beats
Its scary to me...
... Those demons that lie between my sheets
Scared to enter.. Afraid to even approach my own fucking bed
It would be easier...
... If all these thoughts werent in my head
So instead.. As my alterative to sleep.. Im writing
The shadows of my face...
... Lit up by the dim lighting
Pre-occupied mind.. My head is so packed of thoughts and worry
My eyeslids droop...
... And my vision becomes blurry
Struggling to see.. As my handwriting flows into obscured lines
The clock strikes 2...
... And im still writing my rhymes
Self-Obsessed.. Im ignorant and naive to the world around
In the silence of the night...
... Pen on paper is the only sound
Like a machine.. Set to deliver and built to achieve its goal
Nothin there to get distracted...
... No need for any self-control
Eyes itch terrible.. Sunken sockets.. Bloodshot to the extreme
Still awake at 4...
... To see the dawns very first light beam
Completely exhausted.. Yet there is no rest for the wicked
He reads the completed verse...
... That has since made the eyes of many grow liquid
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