It's 2:03 in the morning Awake again, but not here The room is full of darkened shadows My breatheing fills the soudless void The bed is empty and cold The blankets in a disarry I'm naked and cold, but sweating somehow The slick moisture cooling me to a chill The moon filters throught the window It makes the sharpness surreal My mind is raceing with disconnected thoughts The lullaby of an Insomniac The seconds seem like minutes The minutes turn into hours How long have I been lying here naked? How long have I been in here alone? I sigh and turn over, waiting for sleep An evasive thing that won't come I sit up and let the blankets slip off me Sitting there wishing for the black I can't remember a sleep without the dreams They and my thoughts keep me awake The blood I saw in dreams is like a memory Fuzzed and Sharp all at once, they invade me Maybe I'm losing it Maybe I'm more sane then I've ever been I really can't tell now But I pace, hoping that it will tire me Its 2:04 now Why can't I sleep?