My mind is so peppy to be on duty only at night
Inspirations set in when the dawn is imminent
Words stream down swiftly as the clock counts down to daybreak
Always working the night shift, chronically being superior than the slumbering bodies in a refuge
Fabrication to create some imagery and metaphors of life is upgraded under the dimness
This insomnia has been going so brutal, every day must be passed under the moon
Skin is getting dry for not being showered by the sunlight
Eye bags are becoming darker as the result of an abnormal sleeping habit
Head is aching, heaviness is attacking, depression is striking
My eyelids are too heavy to close but my thoughts are heavier
The life of an insomniac is painful yet full of creativity, ironic
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