Not Resting Well

Another cup of coffee.
Another Mountain Dew.
I’ll do whatever it takes to stay awake.
Just tell me what I need to do.

There’s a demon that haunts me.
It lives within my mind,
awakening each nightfall
when I lay down to unwind.

Mom used to say it’s all a dream,
but I bet she’d change her view
if she saw the bloodstains on my ceiling
and the things I’m going through.

I’m feeling bugs crawl on me
and spiders weave in my hair,
stalked by mummies and killer clowns
while I lie down in despair.

The walls are closing in on me.
The pressure’s in my ears.
A spirit haunting every thought,
feeding off my fears.

Frankenstein and Dracula
are lined up in my mind,
along with an evil pink bunny
gnawing at my spine.

The daily grind is taking its toll,
bills and debts and strain,
migraines pounding in my head,
suffocating from the pain.

My thoughts won’t stop their spinning.
My mind’s a ceaseless maze.
I’m lost between the waking world
and my nightmare’s haze.

I don’t want to cause the pain.
Never wished to bring the hurt.
But something snaps inside me
and it fuels my darker work.

I need to see the blood,
to feel the searing heat,
to taste the dying breath
of another soul’s retreat.

Homicidal urges
run deep within my veins.
My mind’s a swirling wreckage
lost within its chains.

Dead fish swim around me.
Dreams offer no escape.
For everyone who meets me there
knows the truth of my fate.

No sanctuary, no way out.
This nightmare’s my reality.
Why does everyone ignore my cries?
Help me. Can’t they see?

My eyes are growing heavy.
My will is growing weak.
I don’t have the strength to talk.
I can barely even speak.

Morpheus calls me softly,
back to his dark domain.
But if I close my eyes tonight,
I might never wake again.