Haven't fallen asleep

The thoughts in my head prevent me to sleep only to be awake in a walking nightmare

Motor mouth manic cry
Falls on flea filled head
Brushing beneath the brow
May the mintues of midnight give you rest
And the ample hours of morning give you warmth
From fragile footsteps we aren't promised
To tenderly tip toe in a dream
When wicked whirlwinded nightmares
Are all that we see...