No Sleep

It’s a late night and I couldn’t
Sleep if I wanted to.
It’s dark out, and I’m afraid to think
Or dream about what I’ve been through.
What I have seen, What I have done.
Where I have been, and Who told me what.
I close my eyes
And shots ring out,
Taking away my breathe
Straight from my mouth.
Suffocating on my thoughts,
My heads spinning out
I’m drowning, I’m drowning
And nobody can help me get out.
Up late,
But I’m never up alone
My demons keep me company,
My head and heart are their home.
Creeping, and sneaking
Carrying around old bones
I can’t help but to think the only release is a quick flash
From a chrome to my dome.
There’s no rest for the wicked,
So I guess no sleep for me
Wicked in my heart,
Pumping evil with every beat.
It beats, it beats,
And again it beats.
Another late,
And again no sleep.

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