Another sleepless night i sit
not my sactuary but a bottomless pit
alone once again makes me sick
like the night before, so many to pick
laying with a stare blankly at the white ceiling
trying to sleep but hopeless to my thoughts and feelings
long time ago full of dreams,now my minds stealing
more of an illness, less appealing
now memories and future action run through my head
every moment, feeling, and those things people said
or my regrets to things i once did
and there always is that great memory i had as a kid
the one with my grandmother who lays to rest dead
i lay there wide awake
to much for a pill to cure
even in my dreams my thought occur
my window is wide open cold wind against my ear
nighttime once my relief now my only fear
once my reality, now my illusions appear
a tear, disapears onto my light pillow
the darkness floats around me like deaths billow
my clock says 3:30 but my eyes have no clue
knowing i will be back again to this hell i never knew
in my room to my bed is where i don't want to go to
in the back corner of my mind i know i will be back to this moment
in this short 24 hours when i am back to this torment
back to this cold room as if it were a basement
as i sit in the dark corner on frozen cement
curled in a ball full of securing
i hear a voice of a woman, far as if it were falling
it's my mother in the other room calling
stalling i start to run to the sound
she disapeared and still unfound, bound away from me
as though i am lost
awake from this dream please help me god
i began to prey in middle of this empty room
when will morning come and night is through
as i look out my window and the sky now a light blue
as i wake from my hellish dream, my room i ellude
when will i be back,my wishes dwell with no clue

but for now relief that nightime is through