I feel myself growing tired again.
Drifting off from time to time.
An endless tire that aches through my body.
A drowsy feeling crawling through my skin.

My shoulders droop with a slouch,
as my head bows in exhaustion.
My glasses slowly slip off my face.
I can no longer fight nor overcome it.
The fatigue that plagues me each day.

But somehow my heart still beats.
Proving my own mortal existence.
My veins pulse throughout my body,
until the beating grows rather distant.

Thoughts scattered through my head,
dancing to the melody of my delusions
Insomnia and I had become good friends.
Almost inseparable we were back then,
jumping through the midst of vivid illusions

My mind and body both wither with time,
as the days grow harder to surpass.
My fleeting energy has started to wane,
What exactly is left for me to gain?
A feeling I could do better without,
the feeling of slowly becoming more deranged.