Sleepless

I fear that I am out of control with my life,

and the things that matter the most to me,

will soon slip away into the emptiness that has poured into my heart.

I am forever pondering the ideas that I am somehow to blame,

but I find myself laying next to the Sleeper's Demon,

my Incubus is the one who keeps me sleepless.

With the fear and hate amounting in myself,

I am fearful that I can't continue to go on killing myself,

over an idea that society has made.

If I have a pitiful amount of happiness in my life,

it might just be enough to keep me,

to keep me forever sleepless.