Every time she thinks very deep
She feels alone and cannot sleep
With insomnia sitting in a chair by her bed
Her Sleeping awake dreams start to go to her head
Her eyelids are heavy her hearing�s not right
Her choice to stay in reality is going to be more than a fight
Her body starts to shake; she�s losing rather fast
Its obvious she�s lost her grip and she will not last
The walls of her room begin to grow tall
Scared and alone she feels herself grow small
Things start to move as though in a spin
She�s certain this is where insomnia will begin
Her vision is altered, turning everything red
She feels insane and wishes she were dead
She is sure nothing can save her from this faze of dead alive
Her only motive is to wait for death to arrive
-Alycia Nicholls