Sleepless

By EMI

Twisting, turning

Sighing in exasperation

Ruffled sheets

Mussied hair

Blood-shot eyes.

Drifting

Drifting

Ticking of the clock

Rocks beneath my head

Silently screaming

Drifting

Drifting

Hot

Cold

Twisting, seeking comfort

Finding none.

Drifting

Drifting

Breathing loud, rasping

Like fingernails on a blackboard

Underneath

On top

The slow ticking of the clock.

Drifting

Drifting

Eyelids drooping

Body heavy

Head pounding

Mind won't stop

The quiet ticking of that damned infernal clock.

Drifting

Drifting

So close now

Nearly there

Almost gone

The clock chimes once more

Morning's come.