Sometimes i get stuck in that place between being sleep or awake
Conscious but yet it all seems fake
As if I'm looking at a world unfamiliar to me
But where else could I be?
Yet it feels if I have drifted between reality
Unable to move but left to spectate
To see the echos of the world reverberate
As if something new was being born
At each moment it seems the veil is torn
From above there sounds the horn.
The sound breaks me free from my hold
Instantly I feel a shiver of cold
Seems the state transcends time as I percieve it
For what felt like a moment,
Was hours and the memories i quickly forget.
Until tomorrow when it happens again
Poor sleep is my curse for now until then
Seems death might be an insomniacs only friend.