Each night is warm and humid's deep
Keep me together from my sleep,
Alone with thoughts upon my bed,
The scenes all running through my head-
A whisper in blanket of night,
The touch of love at every sight,
The feel of skin upon bare skin,
Of warmth in warmth in acts of sin.
And pitch black still with open eyes
Is signal of my own demise;
I hear the noises in the dark,
Each cricket's chirp and distant bark,
The faucet's drip, each shower's drop-
Cacophonies that will not stop.
Insomnia is now my friend
Of brokenness I cannot mend,
It stains my eyes with crimson blood
And turns my brains to mush of mud.
And how did I become this way?
Believing in that come what may
Was only fate and for the best-
But then she came; and too, the rest.