Tick Tock the clock mocks straight from up ahead
As I lay, Time keeps pounding down upon my head.
My head lays heavy on the dark blue sheets of my bed
No matter what I do sleep is something that I dread.
The hands keep passing, first the small then the long
The sleep I need is what time devours and prolongs
The minutes form into hours, and the time goes along
However, my sleep never shows when time runs strong.
Daylight breaks through my blinds, and the darkness fades to light
My head still lay down on my bed, but now the room grows white.
Time is now thy enemy, while I count the minutes towards another fight.
A fight to sleep when darkness creeps, once again, into my room tonight.