Don't see, don't hear, don't utter a breath

Eyes wide awake but squeezed tightly shut

The dark consumes it all

Makes you relive it all

Sleepfully waking with a cry

Kicking and thrashing

At the hands around your neck

But no one is there

And you're still dreaming

Screaming with your lips sealed shut

Panting and sweating

The dark thrives off your suffering

Hovering over you as your mind drifts off

Waiting for it's new night of games

Curled tightly into a ball under covers

Sitting not laying

The bed lamp on casting off shadows surrounding

Eyes heavy but unwavering

Scrolling through a bright screen for something to distract you

Time passes

Mind unable to shut off

Laying atop covers, counting backwards

Willing sleep come find you

Without its torments and tortures

But insomnia fell for you

Holding you tightly in his sweet embrace

Choosing to rather sit and be with you awake

Then to watch you in a more vulnerable state

Sleep

This harsh expression and heavy lidded eyes

Are not from choice or desire

These dark circles and bitter retorts

Are not from agitation, stress, or too much time on electronics

Could I sleep peacefully, I'd will it so

Rest sounds rather appealing

Though sleep haunted me with my past

And threatened me of not fearing my future

So insomnia held me tight

But now won't let go