Idea

It calls my name late at night with no one left to hear

My hands cover my ears but still it slinks into my brain

It's touch is so forceful I feel my head about to implode

After a while I fear that I must listen to its beckon,

A need that has now become my own

Till morning I will wait, me and the invader alone in the prison of my mind

Every second its voice has gotten louder, now a roar in my head

No sleep, No sleep

Not untill it can be heard by someone, anyone but me