r.e.m.

“say your prayers and sleep will come” 

but I can’t be a dreamer. not now.

nothing is showing in theatres tonight. 

come, dear insomnia. be my drug of choice 

curse, bless me nothing. sleep will come when sleep will 

cause for cause i’ll stay awake. mercy mine, mercy not.

with careful movements from rapid eyes, i’ll never wake from this blessed state. 

slumber is sweet, but sweeter is the pounding of exhaustion

in the pit of my stomach, in the depths of my being, the ghost of a dream remains

please please go back to sleep