Inbetween

Sometimes i get stuck in that place between being sleep or awake Conscious but yet it all seems fake As if I'm looking at a world unfamiliar to me But where else could I be? Yet it feels if I have drifted between reality Unable to move but left to spectate To see the echos of the world reverberate As if something new was being born At each moment it seems the veil is torn From above there sounds the horn. The sound breaks me free from my hold Instantly I feel a shiver of cold Seems the state transcends time as I percieve it For what felt like a moment, Was hours and the memories i quickly forget. Until tomorrow when it happens again Poor sleep is my curse for now until then Seems death might be an insomniacs only friend.