My soul hurts; no,

my mind hurts. Nah,

it's actually my head.

Yes,

I'm tired and can't sleep.

Lovely,

isn't it?

I mean,

my mind knows what is good for it,

but even so,

it refuses to receive the pill—

it refuses to sink into this old new world

that we all call

sleep.

So,

I'm left into a swirling world of colours,

waiting—

Waiting—

Waiting for the sleep

to steal me away

and lock me into a far away castle,

in its highest tower,

isolated from this worldly place,

where I can finally find some peace.