To sleep is to recharge but my body’s still not dead,
My brain is running but my body’s striving for bed.
Just one thought running wild in my head,
I need to sleep, I want to sleep, but a scar in his heart is embedded.
The night is so long that he keeps on singing his lonely song,
Solitude his only friend, who always went along.
“Why can’t I just sleep?” He cried,
Sleep was the only thing for which he strived.
Wildest dreams, bizarre thoughts always kept him alive,
Wished that he would always survive.
At last, he got the answer of the obscurity,
A sleep, a sleep that lasts for eternity.