Insomnia Rules

 

The tether is overstretched,

I have reached the end of myself.

Nothing but a tortured wretch,

Chronically sick, deprived of health.

Tired beyond despair,

No rest to speak of.

Mind and body beyond repair,

No cure, not even your love.

Shadows, all that remain,

Of a hollowed shell.

No release from insanity,

I’m fast going to Hell.