INSOMNIAC

I'm tired of being an insomniac, it's a draining hole in my mind,
I lay there thinking, wollowing, searching, what should I find?

Unanswered questions, burning, burning my life away,
only the charcoaled past remains, haunting me, to this day.

My guts churning with anxiety, rushing hot blood through my veins,
as I lay there trying to sleep, while one by one, pulling my teeth.

Hell, is having no control, over your body, as it takes control,
telling YOU what to do, well I scream, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!

I used to take care of you, and this is how you repay me,
now I'm going to kill you, slowly, take your last breath.

My mind is an intelligent tool, too smart for it's own good,
feeding me lies, everything untrue, so now I'm going to kill you!

FIRST WITH ALCOHOL!