Insomniacs dreams

Another cup of coffee
Keeps her weary eyes from dropping
Another day of tainted dreams
Unrelenting - never stopping.

Waking nightmare, living hell
What is this realm shes found
The night of the insomniac
So taunting and profound.

Her bony hand it\'s nails jet black
Grasps a broken lighter
Struggles to light a cigarette
Her nerves winding ever tighter.

Forces headphones into her ears
Volume cranked up full blast
Loses herself in a few precious songs
But the little relief won\'t last.

Up again, another fag
It\'s taste so sweet and strong
Sinks back down into her chair
Each hour seems so long.

Stabs at the power, turns on her computer
Watches the lights shine bright,
Finds this God damned website -
And THIS is what she writes.