Nightime story

Wrists are made for slicing
bones are made to brake
nights are made for restless sleep
i am to stay awake

life is made for dieing
a life is here to take
hours are multiplying
and i am still awake

dreams are made to shatter
survival is simply fake
my hopes and dreams will splatter
and i am more awake

there's screams outside my window
scratching behind the door
i cannot shall not will not sleep
don't want to sleep no more