Drowning in solemn tunes
While I'm gazing at the moon.
The night rings with melancholy,
Who knew insomnia was lonely?

Words are losing their soul.
Everything is hollow, 
Looking for something to follow.
The day is losing its bright hue,
Perhaps I need to look for something new.

So I'm laid against the headboard,
Listening to everything suicidal Like being edgy is a lifestyle,
Though I'm getting bored.

A desire for more calls,
But the lack of will stalls.
The day weighs so heavy
Nearly always sleepy.
Pull me in, lay me close
Put me to sleep, even while I'm morose.