Soft deep sighs.
My eyes are half masted,
But the brain cannot shut down,
In twisted shadows, locked and gated
The murmurs of a ghost town.
Bloodstream soaked with chemicals,
Grey cells swimming in the soup,
Senses slow and dulls
Still thoughts stuck in a loop.
Here we are, again, my friend,
Together in this journey with no end.
No fences between us to keep or mend
My darling Insomnia, you top the trend.