I lie awake
Wrapped in blankets of infested thought
Each squirming facet wriggling
It's not that I can't sleep
It's that I can't stay awake
And I lie here
Making pictures on the ceiling
Bloody portraits in the walls
It's not that I can't sleep
It's that I can't seem to wake up
And so I huddle here
Wound in fear of remembrance
Hiding from sunrise
It's not that I can't sleep
It's that I'm not ready to face tomorrow