sleep is for the weak.

It’s a funny joke

until the joke isn’t funny anymore.

and the joke turns into reality

when you’re fighting your eyelids to scared to unveil the haunted nightmare that awaits

so you avoid sleep

when you know you need it

you’re just too scared to go and take it

so you don’t

instead you lay restless from your brain scrambling as your computer screen keeps you from ending

everything

although all the thoughts still try and cram their way out

you continue and do your best by blocking the thoughts out with a episode of friends

the fright of falling asleep

seeing you dancing in my dreams once again

as my drowsy eyes slowly beg to be put to rest

i pray to anything to stop the madness

i guess my prayers are never heard

how could you ask for a prayer to come true when you’re praying to someone who isn’t eve there ?

who hasn’t been here for years.