wide blood shot eyes staring at a bright computer screen
it's a little bit past one o'clock in the morning
i should be in bed

that soft wonderful place
i swear beds could end wars
they're just that peaceful and unadulteratedly calm

but i can't sleep
i toss and turn
thoughts plague me

sweat breaks out upon my brow
my eyes are gaping pits
filled with sand

how long will this torture last?

i want to sleep
forever