Dyssomnia

Tomorrow I will wake up
And I will breath in the air of a brand new day
That smells like a song I have not heard--yet.
But I know the beat.
I see people as they walk-no-dance down the street
Bobbing their heads to the rhythm of the song.
It controls them,
Moves them,
Takes them from the long rigid strand of reality,
And breaks open a world of smooth lines.
For them, they have been defined,
But not me.
Tonight I will not sleep,
And I will close my eyes and see my suicide.
This song that I can’t get out of my brain--yet.
It’s beat always changes.
It cannot be captured or tamed, but is re-arranged.
Nodding my head back and forth to the sound,
It controls me,
Drowns me,
Brings me to the bottom of a deep deep ocean,
A world designed by the darkness
That drives me insane.
Tomorrow I will wake up,
And Tonight I will not sleep.