The night has come
Once more
To take me,
Soothe me,
Rid me
Of the thoughts
The terrible thoughts
Which do torment
My not-quite-yet-dreamland.
How can something so lost,
So buried,
So hopeless,
Be so everpresent in my mind?
Please, I beg of you,
Cease your torment
Of my restless self
And though I do not deserve it,
Pity me,
And bring about my end,
The end to insomnia.