The Insomniac's Prayer

Save me, save me!

My eyelids are growing heavy.

My body becomes weary.

It's a sign.

Every time I sleep I dream.

And every time I dream I die.

Fire & brimstone – my pillow.

The gateway to hell – my sheets.

I don't dare close my eyes.

I fear the world.

Deliver me from evil;

deliver me from my dreams:

THIS I PRAY.

XO

8/23/09