insomnia

I lie alone in waking sight 

Tortured souls reflect the light 

Coming from beneath the door

Tear their faces and beg for more

My lungs are fill’d with secondhand smoke 

Breathe it in. I start to choke

Mercy mine, oh sweet slumber

Mangled thoughts; a mere hallucination

Curse bless me now, O God

Grant placidity in a mind of torment

To leave me in a blissful lull, tickled away,

But insomnia is here to stay